Beach Stones

Beach stones, washed up as they are from the darkened depths, must be what God used for eyes before man arrived. Lake Erie is the shallowest of all the Great Lakes and because of this it is the most easily agitated. No wonder that its beaches are filled with all make and manner of sea glass, bricks, driftwood and stones. They’ve survived innumerable storms grinding away against one other in the struggle through the eons. The Lake is a refiner’s tool. The beach stones are its survivors. Growing up on the banks of Lake Erie our wild place was always the beach. I no longer live beside the lake, but every trip back I always reserve a few quiet hours to go walk the beach alone. My paintings in one way or another speak to my circle of quiet. I hope you find something in them that speaks to yours.

Come All Ye Fair And Tender Maidens

McGregor Bay, Ontario Canada

Chinaman’s Hat, Kaneohe Bay

Meet Karen

Growing up I received a strong foundation in the arts at The Ashtabula Arts Center, in Ashtabula, Ohio. I studied with George Olson during my college years at The College of Wooster in Wooster, Ohio, but I didn’t continue with my painting. Four years ago I picked up my brushes again.

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