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
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