Adventures of a Digital Artist

Flyover

2009-08-02T20:23:00.002-04:00

Richmond is an up and down hilly place and this is one of the down places. It's called Shockoe Bottom, and if you look up you see the massive flyover soaring high up.

Concrete is pretty prosaic. The ancient Romans covered it with marble. My imagination gave it some new colors.

This print is available at joelcohenart.com. You can just click on the picture to go there.

Lantana

2009-07-12T21:51:00.004-04:00

These tiny colorful flowers bloom all around my neighborhood of historic Ghent in Norfolk, Virginia during the warm months. They are said to bloom up and down the East Coast, but they are tropical and like warm weather.

Early Spanish colonists used them for their medicinal properties. Today their miniature perfection and saturated colors delight city pedestrians.

Corolla Horses

2009-06-26T18:46:00.004-04:00

Wild horses still live on the beach and in the dunes on the uninhabited strip of barrier island between North Carolina and Virginia. I have seen them both on the North Carolina and Virginia side. They don't seem to be afraid of people, neither do they seek them out. They seem quiet, peaceful and beautiful.

Susan Constant with Shallop

2009-06-10T13:50:00.007-04:00

This is the shallop that Captain John Smith used to explore the Chesapeake Bay in 1608. In the background sails the Susan Constant which brought the original Jamestown settlers in 1607 against the backdrop of the Chesapeake Bay at the mouth of the James River in Virginia.

This signed, numbered and framed limited edition print is currently hanging in the Riverview Gallery, One High Street, Portsmouth, Virginia as part of this month's (June 2009) "Sailing" show.

Prints are available at http://joelcohenart.com/digital_art_gallery_1/pages/susan_constant_with_shallop.htm

Waiting

2009-05-27T18:36:00.006-04:00

I completed this piece last week for a show at Walls Fine Art Gallery in downtown Norfolk. I think I was trying to capture the sense of isolation you might feel viewing a painting by Edward Hopper.

There's a kind of beauty in austere loneliness, but I can only tolerate so much of it.

I went to the Hopper exhibit at the National Gallery in D.C. last year. It was strange to be in a loud crowded room looking at paintings about being alone at a distance.