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At The River Landing
Currently involved in a multi-year project he calls “Cumberland River – An American Legacy,” Larry is gathering on-site research from Harlan, Kentucky down through Tennessee and back to where the almost 700 mile long waterway meets the Ohio River near Smithland, Kentucky. He is presenting the paintings in a series of solo shows in both states. “I hope to instill an appreciation of the riparian environment and local history of these life-giving waters.” He finished the first phase of this project in the summer of 2016 and is considering a book of his travels including paintings and photographs.
Take a moment to view these collectible river paintings in the Cumberland River Gallery and Larry's additional artwork in his Corner Store Gallery.
Currently involved in a multi-year project he calls “Cumberland River – An American Legacy,” Larry is gathering on-site research from Harlan, Kentucky down through Tennessee and back to where the almost 700 mile long waterway meets the Ohio River near Smithland, Kentucky. He is presenting the paintings in a series of solo shows in both states. “I hope to instill an appreciation of the riparian environment and local history of these life-giving waters.” He finished the first phase of this project in the summer of 2016 and is considering a book of his travels including paintings and photographs.
Take a moment to view these collectible river paintings in the Cumberland River Gallery and Larry's additional artwork in his Corner Store Gallery.
Larry's Latest
Whirlaway is a 14x18 oil painting of the Piper Cub J3 my Dad owned when I was a teenager. Here, we're flying over my little Kentucky hometown of Crofton. We didn't name the plane that, but we were in the Civil Air Patrol and our call sign was Whirlaway 3-0. Whirlaway, a triple crown winner in 1941, sounds like what we're doing in the clouds. This is a labor-of-love that's been on my list for years. Suddenly, I've found time to paint a dream. NFS.
A Duck Hunter's Dream is a fantasy most of us keep hoping will come true one cold morning, while standing in thigh-deep flooded timber. In this loosely painted scene, five drake mallards flip and flop through the tall tupelo canopy, landing gear down. The lead duck is sporting a band on his left leg, put there by a biologist to track his migration. Dreams and wishes often come true. 
This old covered bridge at Port Royal (TN) fell into the Red River in 1972. The ravages of weather and onslaught of floods finally won out over the structure built in 1904. I visited the site August '71 and made photos that helped me render this 11x14 oil painting, Port Royal Bridge-Summer '71. The Red River empties into the Cumberland at Clarksville.
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Silhouette -Christmas Eve, 2019 was an unusual sunset. The sunset was spectacular and I have rendered an oil study for future reference for a larger piece. This scene was from my back door. SOLD
Salmon On A Plank-Sockeye Salmon, oil portrait on cedar board, 14x6. The last time you ate salmon from Alaska, this ugly guy was probably it. Sockeye salmon hatch, go to sea for two years then return to the same river where they hatched, spawn then die. Millions crowd the water in summer which makes the water look red. It's a very important part of life's web. I have fished in rivers up there along with brown bears that are sustained through the winter by gorging themselves with salmon, not fishermen. By the way, the fish are silver in the ocean and without the beak.
“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.” Norman Maclean
Montana Morning is a scene in the western part of Big Sky Country. Driving from Missoula to Kalispell one early November morning, I had to pull over and admire this vista near Flathead Lake. An overdue snow squall was passing over the mountains making an inspiring view for anyone who would watch.
Wish I Was There is a brush/palette knife rendering done during the viral epidemic of 2020. The scene is light-hearted and meant to be an outdoor memory for all who have walked the beaches of the Atlantic Ocean. The gulls are always looking for fish and often are sentinels for fishermen. Scheduled to be on exhibit at the Customs House Museum in Clarksville upon reopening. |
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updated-5-9-2020