bottomless
really like how oct nov changes make water blacker than bottomless has to be part of the air turning bluer come fall, find different kind of clarity for me from the summer, and it can’t just be … Continue reading →
Author Archives: Micheal
About Micheal
The work is all about light / Painting is a spiritual process connecting me to the world / The paintings are impressions of the particular. Water spilling reflections across the surfaces of silent wetlands. Unique moments in time. Individual meditative moments, quiet places that neither reveal themselves easily, nor ask anyone to specifically to come there
salt kettle mornings
Micheal Zarowsky Fine Art
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got comments from friends who support our work and i always take the time to hear what they say….so reposting the entire post one of those hunting for one painting and coming across another from our days at Martha’s, thats’ … Continue reading →
local wild
Micheal Zarowsky Fine Art
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always looking for the wild in any / every place simple stream winding thru bruces mill outside of stouffeville which i have snowshoed thru for over 20 years in the winter usually the morning after an overnight snowfall since it … Continue reading →
mistakes mistakes mistakes
Micheal Zarowsky Fine Art
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it happened again. a now and then almost hair pulling recurring problem with work posted on the website i have is missing adding the whereabouts of a particular painting; in this case, after having searched the studio twice over, i … Continue reading →
late day sun streaming thru the forest
Micheal Zarowsky Fine Art
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simple composition along the trunk trail running south of and parallel to 12 mile bay rd in georgian bay of late day long shadows stretching back thru the forest as the sun dips down to the treeline and below offering … Continue reading →
shadowlines.
Micheal Zarowsky Fine Art
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shadowlines. natural designs based on winter light. rhythms of light running down the hillside. a thicket of young saplings each with it’s own stuck on snow standing upright in among the timely creeping shadowlines, in among the downhill streamers … Continue reading →