Winter Birch Road Metal Print

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I have many fond memories of cross country skiing in Vermont. Right from my home there were hundreds of miles of trails cutting through the wilderness that were used by skiers, snow-shoers and other winter travelers. Skiing through stands of yellow birches was especially memorable as the warm colors of the birches complimented the cool blues in the snow.

This painting measures only 6 x 12 inches and is full of detail giving the illusion that the painting is actually much larger than it actually is. This painting is one of a series of works that capture my fond memories of 25 Vermont Winters when I cross country skied through snowy landscapes.

Member of the International Guild Of Realism. Inducted into the Grumbacher Artist Hall Of Fame. ARTIST STATEMENT 'My aim is to provide the visual stimulus to reconnect with nature, to renew body, mind and spirit through the imagery that I capture of the natural world with brushes and paint and through my camera lens. I hope that you find an image in my collections that will enhance your life." ABOUT THE ARTIST ~ FRANK WILSON As far back as my memory serves me, I was a creative. My family says I was born with a crayon in my mouth. Drawing, building things, making pictures with crayons were an everyday staple in my early childhood. While hospitalized in the eighth grade for some respiratory problems, an Aunt gave me a...