Tales from my Dad about his childhood of adventure living in the Chesapeake Bay. I would listen to his words with bright eyes, captivated by imagination and his eloquent descriptions. One story he told was of sailing in his little boat using an umbrella as his sail. I grew up seeing a photo of this moment as well (to which this painting references) Recently he said, some along the lines of "All the wealthy families around me bought their sons small sailboats. I had no such privilege so I did it my own way"
Welcome to the porch, where all may rest. Another painting within the porch light series, this piece was started at Tipper and Friends festival. With some moments of collaboration with my friend Randal Roberts, and inspiration from my sweet boy Buddy.
The Sea of Easels
- 36x36 inch original painting - An ode to the journey of being a live painter, when sometimes the storms are raging, the wind it picking up the tent tops like sails and our art collective becomes a pirate crew facing the waves with skill. So many lost easels, lost paintings, ruined materials and tools. So much time, energy, hopes and dreams destroyed in these waters. But the skills we've gained, the bravery in the face of destruction, the family this crew has become.. Hold Fast. it's worth it.
Born of love and harmony, of fullness and joy. The Smooch gives a nod to "The Kiss" by Klimt, as well as the style of Randal Roberts - Modeled by Ashton Hill and Randal Roberts - about 30 hours - Original acrylic painting on canvas - 18x24 inch
Helping Hands/ Up We Go / Flex on AI / Many Hands
Original painting in Acrylic, started in August 2022, completed in March 2023
Fae Trap - Acrylic on Masonite - Original Painting completed December 2022
Gorge-ous - Acrylic on Canvas - January 2023
The endless cycle of time and space, renewal, regeneration,
Visitors - orginial painting by Ashton Hill - This original piece was created with acrylic paint on 48x30 inch canvas in the winter-spring of 2021. I had a dream. Standing in the fields of the Appalachian Highlands with the warmth of summer breeze carrying the scent of hay kissing my whole being. I was at my folks farm in the familiar setting I have always cherished. I began to climb the hill. As I reached the summit with the rolling mountainous valleys stretching out around me, the light of many airships catch my eye. They moved slowly across the sky, then stop. In an eerie moment they all turn abruptly and speed up through the valley over head, and as I turn to watch them they begin to break apart. Made up of a million cubes, they begin disintegrating and crashing to the ground. I wake, no feelings of fear, only of awe and wonder.
The Last Battle - DND commission
Wind Swept -24x36 Canvas/Acrylic Painting - 2021 - We've collectively been experiencing a great storm for some time now, a storm of the heart and mind, of our worldly environment, of the spirit. Protecting the flame, harboring the spark, focusing on That Still Small Voice.