Morning Light in the City
Tuesday morning I needed to be at my SoWa Boston studio by 7 am. Someone was coming to remove a wall in the entryway of the studio. The low sun hitting the buildings caught my eye…
Tuesday morning I needed to be at my SoWa Boston studio by 7 am. Someone was coming to remove a wall in the entryway of the studio. The low sun hitting the buildings caught my eye…
One of the charms of my Boston neighborhood is the stoop, usually with curvy wrought iron rails, that leads up to many a 1850s row house. It’s not at all uncommon to see front stoops adorned with potted flowering plants, just as soon as spring will allow.
A few weeks ago, just for fun, I visited Restoration Resources, a 7,000 square foot architectural salvage store & warehouse in Boston’s South End. It was like walking through a candy shop of detail, history, design and wonder! There were a few scenes that just begged to be photographed. Like the shelf of doorknobs above, and the groupings of stained glass window panels below. There were a lot of rooms to explore. One of them, I was told by the owner, is sometimes rented for dinner parties. There is a long old wooden table in the middle and a bunch of chairs. The room is filled with fireplace mantels, chandeliers, and a bar that was constructed from various old elements of other architectural or furniture pieces. Here’s the bar: T This site was part of a weekend long self-guided architectural tour in the city of Boston. The tour, known as Common Boston 2016, featured 50 buildings and sites that were open to the public for that weekend. If you like old architectural elements, you’d enjoy wandering around this place. There are fireplace …
The view seen in this artwork is from my kitchen window. It’s in Boston’s SoWa neighborhood, which for many years has been home to lots of old brick factory warehouse buildings. Recently an entire block between here and there was purchased…
My Boston row house inspired painting “After Midnight at Number 3” is finished. I think of it as a narrative painting because it suggests that a story (however mysterious it may be) is unfolding at the moment that is captured in time.
This tunnel of greenery is one of the sensory pleasures of a walk around my Boston South End neighborhood.