Pinned down by a snowstorm in Pinkham Notch
2024 | Oil on archival paper mounted on panel | 5×7 inches
On a trip to the White Mountains in January, I went up every day to Pinkham Notch and hiked over to this view near Wildcat Mountain Ski Resort. Nearly every day I was there, it snowed at least a little. It’s interesting, in a snowstorm, to try to catch the way the atmospheric perspective (the way the landscape gets lighter and the colors change as it moves off into the distance) and the way that changes with layers upon layers of snowflakes between you and the mountain in the distance. In the process of painting this, the wind blew my painting setup down the hill. You achieve a weird state of detachment during painting trips like this, and usually when disasters like that happen you hardly bat an eye— it’s just one of the costs of doing business.
This painting is sold in a solid wood frame, as pictured.
2024 | Oil on archival paper mounted on panel | 5×7 inches
On a trip to the White Mountains in January, I went up every day to Pinkham Notch and hiked over to this view near Wildcat Mountain Ski Resort. Nearly every day I was there, it snowed at least a little. It’s interesting, in a snowstorm, to try to catch the way the atmospheric perspective (the way the landscape gets lighter and the colors change as it moves off into the distance) and the way that changes with layers upon layers of snowflakes between you and the mountain in the distance. In the process of painting this, the wind blew my painting setup down the hill. You achieve a weird state of detachment during painting trips like this, and usually when disasters like that happen you hardly bat an eye— it’s just one of the costs of doing business.
This painting is sold in a solid wood frame, as pictured.
2024 | Oil on archival paper mounted on panel | 5×7 inches
On a trip to the White Mountains in January, I went up every day to Pinkham Notch and hiked over to this view near Wildcat Mountain Ski Resort. Nearly every day I was there, it snowed at least a little. It’s interesting, in a snowstorm, to try to catch the way the atmospheric perspective (the way the landscape gets lighter and the colors change as it moves off into the distance) and the way that changes with layers upon layers of snowflakes between you and the mountain in the distance. In the process of painting this, the wind blew my painting setup down the hill. You achieve a weird state of detachment during painting trips like this, and usually when disasters like that happen you hardly bat an eye— it’s just one of the costs of doing business.
This painting is sold in a solid wood frame, as pictured.