44x64 Oil on Canvas
"Arriving at the Port of Savannah for the first time in 2002, I was immediately drawn to the nocturnal waterfront. The dark of the night and the light from the cranes overhead and the tugs in the river create a place where steel, sky and watermerge and color coexists in nature and vessel alike. Today, 14 years later, I am still grappling with how to capture this amazing image of a tug pushing a towering container vessel toward dock. It is true what Van Gogh said about the night being more alive and more richly colored than the day."
38x46 Oil on canvas
"When I came across this vessel at dock along the Savannah River, it was mid-winter and a cold snap had made the air and water equally cold and damp to the bone. As Charlie Ellis and I motored in his small skiff closer and closer to her hulking red bow, glowing in the sharp light, like heat, like Xenia, the warrior princess, providing passage for the crew and viewer alike. In her we see new horizons. We take her journey, tap her wanderlust."
48x38 Oil on canvas
"Each painting presents an opportunity to depart this world and enter another. And thus it was, one fall dawn, at the City Front, with a mighty fog rolling in, this vessel appeared, for just a half a minute, and then she was gone. I looked around, but no one was there. A seagull sat on a bollard and I asked "Did you see that, too?" No response. Certain images we will never forget and we can spend a lifetime attempting to recreate and rediscover them. Art is, after all, love."
46x38 Oil on canvas
"We followed the Crescent Towing tug, The Savannah", after it had completed its work at the Garden City Terminal. As we reached the Talmadge Bridge, a purple-like cloud skirted across the water from the north and soon enveloped the river, transforming us all into another landscape. The Savannah suddenly drifted in and out of perspective with revolving hues - a beacon of light through the ethereal mist."
40x30 Oil on canvas
"Our lives changed the day Madeleine Grace was born. A living, breathing work of art Heather and I created together. It was in her second spring I captured this image, a moment when Mother, daughter and ocean became one and the interaction between the three was balanced equally: one glistening wave after the other reaching an elegant and everlasting union. There is a vessel coming on the horizon... But you can't see him yet; he's two years out. Baby Claiborne was born March 30th of this year..."
36x48 Oil on canvas
"After nearly a decade and a half, the riverfront is in my blood. Containers pound, cranes bleat, chassis trucks whirl, trains groan to a stop, three jets soar overhead, a ship's horn departing port, a seagull calls. In the vortex is the berth where mammoth container vessels come to load and unload cargo. Geoffrey Hobbs, my friend the photographer, captured this moment from under the crane. I took his brilliant image and married it to the idea that here, in this mechanized dance of flying containers, man has built a birth canal through which all goods must first pass. "
30x40 Oil on canvas
"Standing on the banks of the Savannah River, in the King's Island Channel, the massive container vessel glided effortlessly, silently, until it was there, towering over us, as if an entire city were moving. In that moment of realization a tremendous sense of disorientation came over - was the ship or the river bank moving? And where were we moving to? It was in that moment I found the power spot - where I could see the vessel, but not it's realistic form, where I could see all of her boxes heading to sea, but shimmering, translucent, ethereal. An opportunity presented itself to capture a moment that could linger indefinitely."
40x30 Oil on canvas
"Charlie and I had set out early one morning with sturdy rubber boots, oyster buckets, layered clothing, two apples and two peanut butter sandwiches seeking images and objects along the Savannah River. We had almost reached our destination when we came upon the OOCL New York beginning her hard turn in the Bight Channel. The sun, still low in the East, worked its magic and with each couple hundred yards the ship's reflection transformed almost completely. Perched on an upside down plastic crate, I snapped dozens of images, but settled on the very first where the vessel and it's double were parallel, almost touching, re-reflecting and practically indistinguishable."
40x30 Oil on canvas
"When I cross the Bull River Bridge every night on the way home to Tybee Island, a remarkable transformation occurs - land and water, earth tones, umber, sienna and red, greet the cool blues and greens of the sea. One evening, I spotted a WWL vessel approaching the Tybee Cut and, as is my usual practice, raced it to Lazaretto Creek where I jumped out of my car and took a few unforgettable snaps. I used the images to capture that transformation."