06/11/2026
Some paintings start in the studio. This one was born in third grade.
Years ago, my teacher at Setauket School had a flower field in Old Field, right near the Old Field lighthouse— and I happened to take one photo of it- that I’ve never been able to forget. Cornflowers in that impossible blue. Cosmos leaning into the light like they had somewhere to be. My favorites, then and now.
There is nothing more romantic than a natural field of flowers. No arrangement, no design — just whatever the wind and the bees decided. I’ve been trying to paint my way back to that field ever since.
Oil on panel, painted this week in NYC. We will have an artist gallery opening of original oils and prints later this summer, due to the popularity. TBA, please subscribe to our newsletter to receive an invitation.
Curious what you 🌸 think of this one.
XX Ben