Here are three paintings of places I have lived. I don’t typically paint houses, but I do fences if you pay me enough! … In all seriousness though, these are a departure from my usual themes, but they have meaning for my family and friends.
This is a painting of the first house my wife and I rented in London, Ontario. It has since been demolished. The view is looking east over our vegetable patch towards the back of the place. This could be my modern take on pointillism. This style looks childish and straightforward but I like to think that I have achieved a sense of light, shade and space.
The second painting shows the view from the front porch of the house above. The house stood next-door to the Canadian Pacific Railway Line, so not only did it give us plenty of opportunity to listen to their trains go by (it was really loud!), but it gave us this lovely view of the Gunn St. trestle. Here, two girls make their way underneath on a sunny summer day.
The final painting shows the first house we owned, in Old East London, by moonlight. It was painted circa 1992, and ours was the green place in the middle of the picture with our ’75 Dodge Charger parked out front. I think the hazy atmosphere highlights the glow of the moon.
Hope this post finds you happy at home!