Notes from the places
that became paintings.

Short observations, photographs and memories gathered between the road and the studio.

Motorcycle journey through Arizona

The road into red country.

The landscape changed gradually, then all at once. Stone became warmer, distance became clearer and every mile seemed to bring the horizon closer.

I began to understand that the paintings would not be about landmarks. They would be about the feeling of moving through light.

See what became of it
Antelope Canyon

Stone shaped by light.

Inside Antelope Canyon, the walls seemed less solid than illuminated.

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Yosemite

Scale and still water.

Granite became most powerful when reflected in something calm.

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Scotland

Weather as atmosphere.

The Highlands do not shout with colour. They whisper with distance and weather.

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Venice

Water carrying history.

In Venice, every wall seems to have been painted first by reflection.

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Florida sunset

The light closest to home.

Familiar light is never ordinary when it is watched carefully enough.

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The photograph is not the painting.

A photograph preserves the moment. The studio asks what the moment meant.

Enter the studio →
“The road gives me the subject.
Memory gives me the painting.”

MARK A. BRADFORD