23 x 36 inches, watercolor

moby dick

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to the easel as soon as I can.

Chris, borrowing liberally from Melville

watercolor diary

Often watercolor is like a diary. I use it to record what I see, to learn about what I see. Then later I translate that knowledge into another painting.

watercolor text

It’s hard to remember a time when I wasn’t painting watercolors.

While it’s easy to control watercolor, I love to let the paint run wild and then carve a painting out of the natural chaos.

…controlled chaos.
Chris Cart

tactile paint

I love the feel of paint on canvas or paper, and the way your fingers can sense that tactile feel and weight of paint on the brush, whether is it buttery or rough, dry or soggy. What a great way to spend my days.

canvas as a stage

I love telling stories in paint. And when I paint people, the canvas is my stage and the people my players.