Musing at the Easel

Clachan Autumn Gold, Scottish landscape oil painting

Clachan Autumn Gold

Picturesque as I recalled, now festooned with flowers and bright autumn leaves, the village lane itself was deep in violet shade. Morning sun was just slanting over the hilltop above, piercing darts of amber light into the valley floor as I set up to paint. 

Valley of the Kings, a Scottish Artist Journey



‘Valley of the Kings’ (oil on panel, 8x10”)  is my record of an afternoon spent soaking up the sense of history and the Kilmartin Glen itself—unfolding to Dunadd and the hills of the kingdom beyond. 


Valley of the Kings oil painting Scottish artist Joseph Loganbill
Three Blue Boats oil painting in Tarbert Harbour

Three Blue Boats.

Tarbert is a gem of a harbour village and I'm lucky to have it nearby for painting inspiration. I hope you’ll feel the sun on the water in my painting, ‘Three Blue Boats’.

Early Spring Grazing

One of the great things about having a customer ask for a commission is that the request often pushes me to explore a topic or place that I hadn’t thought of, or tried to paint before.
Sheep grazing in the early spring above Gauldrons bay.
Hidden Cove

Hidden Cove

A friend who knows I’m on the lookout for painting locations recently told me about a spot he thought had good potential. He described an intriguing hidden cove on the seaside well below the roadway. 

New Paintings at Glenbarr Stores

Looking for positives over the past 12 months has been challenging for us all. About this time last year, I was following the rules — staying in the studio rather than going out to paint on location. In some ways perhaps that isolation enabled a kind of enriching focus on my work and family. Like adding seaweed to your compost beds, we hope fertilising will give us a better harvest when the time is right.  
Rugged Kintyre coastline.
Skipness Adventure

Skipness Adventure

Calm sea and Scotland Saltire blue sky this morning promised a perfect day to go plein air hunting. I always get antsy when conditions are this perfect—there’s a palpable feeling... Read More

From Kansas to Kintyre

I was born in the old Bethel Deaconess Hospital in Newton, about a half hour north of Wichita. At the time, my family lived in a sweet little house my father had built for my mother. He’d winched up its concrete walls all by himself with a rope and pulley. When I was seven, we moved from the small city of Newton to a wonderful home in the country—another one of my dad’s creations—beside Sand Creek, about a mile north of town. I spent my early years roaming the fields and pastures around our place. 
From Kansas to Kintyre