It was the coldest day of the year.
Snow covered the fields outside Westby, Wisconsin, and the air had that sharp bite that makes you walk a little faster. But when I stopped and looked at this scene, it didn’t feel cold at all.
The color, the land, the light — it all felt warm.
Midwinter Warmth is my attempt to paint that contradiction. The kind that sneaks up on you in winter. This is the affliction fauvist painters live with: seeing warmth where logic says there shouldn’t be any.
Title: Midwinter Warmth
Size: 8 × 10 inches
Medium: Oil on panel
Date Painted: Dec. 2025
Framed and ready to hang
It was the coldest day of the year.
Snow covered the fields outside Westby, Wisconsin, and the air had that sharp bite that makes you walk a little faster. But when I stopped and looked at this scene, it didn’t feel cold at all.
The color, the land, the light — it all felt warm.
Midwinter Warmth is my attempt to paint that contradiction. The kind that sneaks up on you in winter. This is the affliction fauvist painters live with: seeing warmth where logic says there shouldn’t be any.
Title: Midwinter Warmth
Size: 8 × 10 inches
Medium: Oil on panel
Date Painted: Dec. 2025
Framed and ready to hang