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On a very cold day last winter, my partner and I decided to walk on the railroad tracks from Bard to
In summer, land and water melt into each other. There is so much color and so little to define it. An island with trees becomes a mass of incoherent green. Animals can make themselves invisible. Noises become blurs. There can be almost too much going on. Everything is fighting for attention.
When I was a kid, I would sometimes look deep into my father's face when he took a nap on a quiet Saturday afternoon. (Okay, I only did it two or three times.) It was a good way to get to know him. It was a good way to know how loving and kind he was.
No wonder we have winter. Winter makes the world understandable as the world rests up for spring.
These paintings, I hope, show a little bit more than a landscape's breadth and pith, to be known only when it is cold. I liked having to supply the color.
James O'Shea was born in 1952 in Buffalo, New York. He lived in London from 1970 to 1975 where he attended the City and Guilds of London Art School studying with Eric Morby. He also attended Goldsmith's College and the University of London, where he majored in printmaking.
Moving to New York in 1975, he spent 10 years life drawing and investigating color. He experiments in most media, and is now primarily interested in oils and encaustic paints.
In 2004, he exhibited his work at the Charter Oak Cultural Center in Hartford, Connecticut, in a one man show. In 2006 he exhibited at Paesaggio Fine Arts’ 100 Pearl Street Gallery in Hartford, Connecticut.
O’Shea has also shown at the Albright-Knox Art Gallery in Buffalo, NY, and the Guildhall in London. His work is included in many private collections.
Mr. O’Shea divides his time between New York City and the Hudson River Valley.