The Maine house (not a Van Gogh)
After my mother passed away, I painted this stone house on the water as a tribute to her and the plans we had made to travel to Maine and enjoy a cool summer together. This painting came to me in a dream, much like many of my other works. In that dream, I saw a painting of a white stone house, rendered in thick impasto, sitting on an easel in a warmly lit room. I was surrounded by strangers, though they were art lovers. They asked me if the painting was by Van Gogh. While the impasto technique and color palette resembled his style, I knew he hadn’t created this piece, so I told them no. When I woke, I felt compelled to make the painting myself—because Vincent had not. It’s a sweet feeling, and I cherish the reminder it gives me of wanting to travel to cool, beautiful Maine with my mom. Though the style nods to Van Gogh, the image is entirely my own.
Oil on canvas, 20 × 22”
After my mother passed away, I painted this stone house on the water as a tribute to her and the plans we had made to travel to Maine and enjoy a cool summer together. This painting came to me in a dream, much like many of my other works. In that dream, I saw a painting of a white stone house, rendered in thick impasto, sitting on an easel in a warmly lit room. I was surrounded by strangers, though they were art lovers. They asked me if the painting was by Van Gogh. While the impasto technique and color palette resembled his style, I knew he hadn’t created this piece, so I told them no. When I woke, I felt compelled to make the painting myself—because Vincent had not. It’s a sweet feeling, and I cherish the reminder it gives me of wanting to travel to cool, beautiful Maine with my mom. Though the style nods to Van Gogh, the image is entirely my own.
Oil on canvas, 20 × 22”
After my mother passed away, I painted this stone house on the water as a tribute to her and the plans we had made to travel to Maine and enjoy a cool summer together. This painting came to me in a dream, much like many of my other works. In that dream, I saw a painting of a white stone house, rendered in thick impasto, sitting on an easel in a warmly lit room. I was surrounded by strangers, though they were art lovers. They asked me if the painting was by Van Gogh. While the impasto technique and color palette resembled his style, I knew he hadn’t created this piece, so I told them no. When I woke, I felt compelled to make the painting myself—because Vincent had not. It’s a sweet feeling, and I cherish the reminder it gives me of wanting to travel to cool, beautiful Maine with my mom. Though the style nods to Van Gogh, the image is entirely my own.
Oil on canvas, 20 × 22”
