There must be something in the water.

I really can’t explain it.

These paintings of mountains, half dreamed, half remembered, have sort of bubbled up out of nowhere.  I posted these two before, but here they are again to make a quartet of Icelandic dream mountains.

      It has been very interesting to experience extended periods of flow and focus in the studio, allowing my painting to follow its own course.  I mean without looking directly at a landscape as a reference, but instead working from previous sketches and drawings, and turning inward for memory and impressions of a place.  I am curious about what comes next.

And the water IS very tasty.