Storm Moving In
Colorful Day on the Parkway
Deer in the Fog
You will see, in the future I will live by my watercolors.
Winslow Homer, 1905
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and I have quite an eye for finding that beauty in some bizarre places.
I was born in the mountains of Western North Carolina.
Eventually I will die here (not anytime soon, I hope.)
In the meantime I intend to paint everything about this area that I love.
That includes mountains, trees, old chairs, white squirrels, barns, houses and anything else that catches my eye.
I may see something and paint it 20 years later, but I never forget that image. (Too bad I don’t have that memory when looking for my car keys.)
WNC is my home. I have no plans to leave…but I do plan to paint anything that’s not moving.
I hope you enjoy the images I created as much as I have enjoyed painting them.
Sharyn Fogel painting en plein air in the Great Smoky Mountains when an unexpected visitor wandered by and was photographed by a passing motorist. “Never again will I paint unarmed in Cade’s Cove,” Sharyn vowed.