Reflected light and color is fascinating to me, I love to render the myriad subtilties of it. So when I chanced across this Whip in grey tweed on her fleabitten grey, on a gleaming Virginia morning, I just knew I had to paint her and her stalwart companions. They nearly seemed to be a mirage, …
These beautiful foxhounds were waiting on the Master of Hounds, astride his chestnut before the hunt. There was an air of suspension. The game was not quite afoot, but all were ready. I couldnt resist painting these beautifully and similarly colored hounds and horse, they seemed like such a team; which of course they are. …
It was a cool, crisp morning in Virginias hunt country, with the clear light streaking across the still foggy pastures. The riders were slowly wending their way to the kennels, pausing on occasion with the mists slowly lifting behind. It was a fine morning with the entire day ahead, what could be better?
These beautiful foxhounds were waiting on the Master of Hounds, astride his chestnut before the hunt. There was an air of suspension. The game was not quite afoot, but all were ready. I couldnt resist painting these beautifully and similarly colored hounds and horse, they seemed like such a team; which of course they are. …
After the hunt, this Master of Hounds and his pack moved seamlessly through the brightly lit grass, shimmering in their even, languid gait. The noon day sun pierced the dark tree line behind them, with a twinkling light that reminded me of stars strewn in the night sky. The rider, horse and hounds formed their …