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New gallery: City Art in Greenville, NC
Beginning this week, you can see three of my paintings at City Art at 511 Red Banks Road in Greenville, North Carolina. One of them depicts the view from one of the last remaining small ferries in the state. Parker’s Ferry crosses the Chowan River at the mouth of the Meherrin. It carries one car at a time, and you have to honk your horn for service. Ferries like this still operate because it is safe to operate them. They sit well above any tidal zone, and the water is reliably flat. For the painter, this strong horizontal plane gives both the trees and their reflections something to latch onto when the mist at first light wants to unhinge solid objects and send them hurtling off into space.
Also at City Art these two paintings of sunsets over North Carolina’s Inner Banks; they are both oil on traditional gessoed panel and measure ca. 3.5 x 11.5″:
To purchase them, you may contact the gallery at 252.353.7000 or through its website, http://cityartgreenville.com.
Of Time and the River
Thus the allusive title of a late October group show for the benefit of Riverlink, the Asheville non-profit that does so much for the health of the French Broad River. It will be hosted by Alchemy Fine Art at Walnut and Rankin Streets in downtown Asheville, North Carolina.
The French Broad is narrow, winding and unnavigable for most of its length, and therein lies its charm. Unlike its better-known and larger brethren such as the Delaware, James and Mississippi, it unites geography but divides people. You can follow the James along US 60 in Virginia from Hampton Roads to Scottsville in the Blue Ridge Mountains, and the people all along your route speak with the same Tidewater accent. Centuries of reliable transport has united them.
Try the same thing from the mouth of the French Broad at Knoxville, Tennessee to its source near Rosman, North Carolina, and you’ll have a widely different experience. You’ll be in the car all day. You’ll drive on Federal, State and County roads, many of them dirt and gravel. The sweetness of East Tennessee speech gives way to the sour note of Western North Carolina. The churches go from Baptist to Pentecostal to Baptist again. And seeing the river will involve walking.
For two hundred and more years, anyone travelling any distance was concerned to get across the French Broad rather than up and down it. It was hard. That goes double for those with baggage, horses or automobiles–or, in my case, an easel, paints and lunch.
The bridge in the oil painting below is a triumph all the more impressive when one recalls that people actually died crossing this river in private ferries as late at the 1940’s. Underneath it settles the graffiti-covered tobacco warehouse in the ink drawing, itself a little monument to works and days now gone, as vice gives way to vice between watery death and sunny achievement.

The Bowen Bridge, carrying I-240 across the hundred-foot wide French Broad River into downtown Asheville–and the large gorge it cuts. I’m in the space dugout to catch floodwater, and the river is behind me over the berm.
Many of the better views of the river are lost to public memory or overlooked. And that’s a shame. Degas famously said, “Art isn’t what one sees; it’s what one makes others see.” Art can make you remember, too; or question a hole in your memory. The next few posts will feature some of these overlooked places, which are no less beautiful for that.
Visit Riverlink’s website here. They haven’t forgotten the river.
Early harvest
Painting Junket
Most of July will find me in Northeastern NC, fighting off water moccasins and painting the state’s Inner Banks. I’ll check phone messages and email weekly. Cheers.
Welcome
I’ll use this page to keep in touch with collectors and colleagues. As occasion warrants, I’ll post information on solo and group shows as well as useful information on making, collecting and caring for art. Currently, drawings and watercolors are available for viewing on the Ink and Watercolor page of this site. Paintings will follow later in the spring.




