Dreamscapes

Landscape oil painting of an Icelandic mountain and fiords beyond.
Dreamscape, oil on aluminum panel, 51″ x 39″, price upon request.

Otherworldly is a good way to describe Iceland because the topography seems to stack every imaginable geographic category on this small, Nordic island country. “Dreamscape”, depicts Fjords covered by mist with the sharp edges of the mountains breaking through the atmosphere. The mountain in the foreground slices the composition into a yin and yang of sorts. The cliff edge seems to plummet to “Middle Earth”. Many thanks to Jordanrosenphotography for his inspiring photos of this magical land. Check out Jordan’s instagram account for his most recent adventure in Iceland!

Come and see my contemporary landscape oil paintings at the Summit Gallery, 675 Main Street in Park City, Utah!

September

An original seascape oil painting on metal panel by artist Cynthia McLoughlin of a huge white storm cloud hovering over the horizon of the sea.

September is bittersweet. Summer is winding down, the weather is crisp and clear and the days become very short. I find myself tired as soon as it becomes dark outside, which is natural I suppose. This painting pretty much sums up how I am feeling these days, a dramatic sky over a peaceful sea. I don’t feel like doing very much and am emotionally participating in life’s daily dramas.

Misty Ridgelines

A snowy mist flows over the dark Ridgeline of the mountains.
Misty Ridgeline, oil on brushed aluminum, 27″ x 27″ $2500

Iceland has a brutal, changeable environment. The drama of the ridge lines, cliffs, sudden changes in weather and temperature are all extremes that make it an exceptional landscape to capture in my work. I am exploring painting mist and fog in this Iceland inspired, contemporary landscape oil painting. I started Misty Ridgeline with the silhouette of the shadows of the mountain. My idea of leaving the silver exposed seemed too simple and cartoonish. Filling in the oyster colored sky, I pulled the color in an abstract manner over the darker, dried paint. This creates movement as it flows over the steep mountainside.

See my contemporary landscape oil paintings at the Summit Gallery, 675 Main Street in Park City, Utah!

Trucks

Antique red truck coming around the bend near, a big black rock behind on a misty morning.
Red Truck, (in progress), 27 x 33, oil on brushed aluminum, $3100

Trucks hold a special place in my memory and heart. When I was growing up, my grandfather had his own business as an electrician. My dad occasionally would need to borrow Gramp’s big, yellow pick-up truck and if I was lucky, I got to go along for the ride. Inside the cab of the truck, there were always wintergreen and butter-rum Lifesavers candies and Chiclets gum. When I got a little older, I was allowed to ride in the back of the truck behind the cab. It was great fun bouncing around back there, hanging on to the bar or sitting on the wheel well getting my hair all tangled from the wind.

Inspirational photo of Moab on the way to Fisher Towers Hiking trail.

I took a trip down to Moab recently and took some photos for inspiration. In this time of Covid, with the world turned upside down, I wanted to convey a sense of peace, calm and a bit of nostalgia. Instead of painting the F150 that was heading toward me when I took the shot, I decided to paint one from a long ago memory of a truck my dad bought when I was a kid. It was just like the one pictured in my painting. His truck was dark blue and an antique when he bought it. I remember the floor had a big hole in it and you could see the ground rushing by as we rode along. I don’t think it ran well as he sold it shortly thereafter to a neighbor. It mostly sat in his yard, the grass growing up around it. I always thought it was and amazing piece of engineering and design.

Painting of an antique, red truck rounding the bend in the road that echos the river beside it.  Misty, blue buttes shadow the boulders behind the truck.
Red Truck Detail

Shelter from the Storm

Through the Storm, oil on brushed aluminum panel, 51 x 63 $10,500

The series of events of late are surreal for me and there are a lot of heartfelt emotions to comprehend, process and absorb. When titling this painting, I wanted to capture the essence of the storm and relate it to my own feelings of unrest, vulnerability and injustice. Dylan has always been a favorite of mine and this song plays in my head as I think about all that is happening now.

Shelter from the Storm

‘Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
Come in, she said
I’ll give ya shelter from the storm. And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I’ll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm
Come in, she said
I’ll give ya shelter from the storm. Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved
Try imagining a place where it’s always safe and warm
Come in, she said
I’ll give ya shelter from the storm. I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail
Poisoned in the bushes an’ blown out on the trail
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn
Come in, she said
I’ll give ya shelter from the storm. Suddenly I turned around and she was standin’ there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns
Come in, she said
I’ll give ya shelter from the storm. Now there’s a wall between us, somethin’ there’s been lost
I took too much for granted, I got my signals crossed
Just to think that it all began on an uneventful morn
Come in, she said
I’ll give ya shelter from the storm. Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it’s doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn
Come in, she said
I’ll give ya shelter from the storm. I’ve heard newborn babies wailin’ like a mournin’ dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn
Come in, she said
I’ll give ya shelter from the storm. In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation and she gave me a lethal dose
I offered up my innocence I got repaid with scorn
Come in, she said
I’ll give ya shelter from the storm. Well, I’m livin’ in a foreign country but I’m bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor’s edge, someday I’ll make it mine
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
Come in, she said
I’ll give ya shelter from the storm”

Song and lyrics by Bob Dylan