My Oil Painting Process: Creating Iconic Wolfe’s Neck

My brush moves loosely, chasing that feeling. I layer color like lichen—soft pinks, stormy grays, mossy greens—letting the textures lead the way. It’s not about getting every crack or crevice just right, but about capturing the vibe of the place: grounded, weathered, quietly alive.

My Oil Painting Process: Afternoon Glow

I was drawn to the weathered red shed, not for its boldness, but for its quiet, unbothered presence. It’s the kind of place where someone might store buoys, bait, or a half-finished cup of coffee. Unpretentious. A working space, not curated for charm. And that’s exactly what made me want to paint it.

My goal was calm. Simplicity. I wanted to capture the way the late-day light falls—just so—on the edge of the roof or the side of the shed. That moment when the sun doesn’t flood the scene but gently kisses it before slipping away. I wasn’t aiming for drama. Just the peace in small things.

Of course, that was the intention. But as hard as I try to stay subdued, my vibrant painting style keeps seeping in. It’s just…me. I tell myself: this will be quiet, moody, restrained. And then suddenly the reds are redder, the shadows are glowing, and the whole thing starts humming with a life of its own.