Speed of Life

by Gregg Chadwick Gregg Chadwick Bookseller's Night oil on linen 2018 After the Notre Dame Cathedral Fire - in the light of day- Our Lady is scarred but standing resiliently! Angela Merkel’s spokesperson responded with the Parisian motto: a Latin phrase that personifies Paris and Notre Dame as a ship: “Fluctuat nec mergitur”—“she is tossed by the waves but does not sink.” The saying has been Paris’ motto since the 14th century, about the time when Notre Dame was completed. With grateful feelings about Notre Dame and Paris, I am pleased to let you know that my Parisian inspired painting "Bookseller's Night" has been chosen by Rebecca Wilson, Chief Curator and VP, Art Advisory at Saatchi Art, for the New This Week collection.  Direct link at:  https://www.saatchiart.com/…/Painting-Bo…/25560/4792724/view Link to the collection at  https://www.saatchiart.com/…/New-This-We…/153961/280982/view My oil on linen painting "Bookseller's Night" wa...

by Gregg Chadwick Gregg Chadwick Salish Sea 30"x24" oil on linen 2014  Two years ago on a technicolor blue day, I stood on the deck of the Wenatchee ferry cutting through the choppy sea from Seattle to Bainbridge Island. The vessel was named for the Wenatchi people who originally lived in the shadow of the Columbia and Wenatchee Rivers in Eastern Washington State. We are riding on a ship of memory. In the Yakama language,  w enatchi  means "river flowing from canyon." The Wenatchee River was home to a vibrant salmon run prior to the damming of the Columbia River which impeded the salmon's journey. Like the fish, the Wenatchi tribe was also blocked from its ancestral waterways as the US government rounded up the Native Americans in Washington State and collected them in reservations far from their native lands.  I often think about the rivers, lakes, towns and cities we have named after the original Americans. The absence of most of their cu...

Salish Sea   Gregg Chadwick 30”x24” oil on linen 2014

Gregg Chadwick A Delphic Dream 36"x18" oil on linen 2009 "As I entered the still bowl, bathed now in marble light, I came to that spot in the dead center where the faintest whisper rises like a glad bird and vanishes over the shoulder of the low hill, as the light of a clear day recedes before the black of night...." - Henry Miller, The Colossus of Marousi "For the initiated, there is unabashed wonder and humbleness before the sacred. It's as if you've surprised the secret lurking at the heart of the world." - Phil Cousineau, The Art of Pilgrimage