About Beth-Ann
Beth-Ann Wilson (American, b. Copiague, NY 1983, lives and works in Baltimore, MD) received her BFA in Painting from Maryland Institute College of Art (2005). Wilson is a painter, gallery owner, entrepreneur, and community activist. Wilson's art focuses on expressive portraiture and natural landscapes inspired by the places she has traveled to and explored. Owning Night Owl Gallery has allowed her to work on projects that bring the community together, encourage homeowners to invest in… more
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Indiana Dunes
Paintings completed while participating in the Indiana Dunes National Park Artist-in-Residence program in September 2019. I was stunned by the juxtaposition of beautiful natural landscape against the backdrop of industry. My paintings capture spontaneous narratives incorporating figures interracting with their environment oblivious to or complacent with the pollution around them. These pieces are commentary on industrialization, climate change, and human adaptation.
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IMG_3219.jpegDon't Drink the Water 36 in x 48 in Sept 2019
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IMG_3221.jpegA Day at the Beach 36 in x 48 in oil on canvas Sept 2019
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IMG_3227.jpegMan's Best Friend 36 in x 48 in oil on canvas Sept 2019
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IMG_3241.jpegGossip 30 in x 40 in oil on canvas Sept 2019
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IMG_3245.jpegThe Bather 30 in x 40 in oil on canvas Sept 2019
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IMG_3253.jpegCollecting Glass 18 in x 24 in acrylic on canvas Sept 2019
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IMG_3246.jpegSifting 18 in x 24 in oil on canvas Sept 2019
Fire Island
These pieces are from my artist residency on Fire Island in NY from September 1 - September 15, 2018. My focus was on painting to capture and interpret the changing weather and the affect it has on the landscape.
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Salt Marsh CreekSalt Marsh Creek framed oil on canvas 16 x 20 “I've dreamed a green night to dazzling snows, kisses slowly rising to the eyelids of the sea, unknown saps flowing, and the yellow and blue rising of phosphorescent songs.” ―Arthur Rimbaud
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Salt Marsh PoolSalt Marsh Pool + Salt Marsh Pool framed oil on canvas 16 x 20 “The luminous grasses, and the merry sun In the grave sky; the sparkle far and wide,” ―Emma Lazarus
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Brackish Reflectionframed oil on canvas 16 x 20 “Light summer clouds fantastical as sleep Changing unnoted while I gazed thereon.” ―Emma Lazarus
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TurnaroundTurnaround framed oil on canvas SOLD 16 x 20 “The clouds have seen it all, in the dark they pass over the graves of the forgotten and they don't cry or whisper. ” ― Philip Levine
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To The Edge of The Dune (Cloudy Sunrise)To The Edge of the Dune (cloudy sunrise) + To The Edge of the Dune (cloudy sunrise) framed oil on canvas 16 x 20 “I saw the sun with mystic horrors darken And shimmer through a violet haze; With a shiver of shutters the waves fell Like actors in ancient, forgotten plays!” ―Arthur Rimbaud
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Volatility (Heavy Sky)framed oil on canvas 16 x 20 “I, for my part, when the wind sings loud in its might, I bid it hush---nor awaken again the storm” ―Edith Nesbit
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The WeekendersThe Weekenders framed acrylic on canvas 11 x 14 “And bid them rest safe-anchored, nor tempt again The tumult, and torment, and passion that live in the sea?” ―Edith Nesbit
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Table for 2framed acrylic on canvas 11 x 14 “Love is never easy going Always there's complicated fact With every step showing Some on to a lost tract Yesterday were much of clouds Of every its coming hour Among the lonely crowds In the gloomy coldness shower” ― Peter S. Quinn
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Just Before Sunsetframed oil on canvas SOLD 11 x 14 “And twilight comes with grey and restful eyes, As ashes follow flame. But O! I heard a voice from those rich skies Call tenderly my name; It was as if some priestly fingers stole In benedictions o'er my lonely soul.” ―Emily Pauline Johnson
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A Congregation of Vaporsframed oil on canvas SOLD 11 x 14 “While the sun is peeping Through some cloud-hole And Glancing from above” ―Susanta Pattnayak
Fire Island II
These pieces are from my artist residency on Fire Island in NY from September 1 - September 15, 2018. My focus was on painting to capture and interpret the changing weather and the affect it has on the landscape.
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Anticipationoil on canvas 11 x 14 “Who is this lady in the rain? Always like a shadow Walking to somewhere in drain Because she must go Is she a lover of someone? Around the next street Someone whom might be gone When she comes in her wet feet” ― Peter S. Quinn
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Low Horizon (Crest of the Dune)oil on canvas 11 x 14 “A bright sunny day After days of incessant rain When thin silvery clouds pass leisurely Wind is also in no hurry” ―Susanta Pattnayak
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Cross-Cast (Cool Dune)oil on canvas 11 x 14 “Footsteps on a sandy shore Are they the ones from me before?” ―Jim O’Donnell
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Off Dutyoil on canvas 11 x 14 “I seem to hear a bar of music float And swoon into the west; My ear can scarcely catch the whispered note,” ― Emily Pauline Johnson
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Atmospheric Distortion (Twilight on the Beach)framed oil on canvas 30 x 40 “To-night the west o’er-brims with warmest dyes; Its chalice overflows With pools of purple coloring the skies, Aflood with gold and rose;” ― Emily Pauline Johnson
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Erosionframed oil on canvas 16 x 20 “In the evenings, as I drink a last toast to what is no more, And to what never was. I will dream no more dreams but my own.” ―Patti Masterman
The Enchantments
I successfuly crowd-funded a cross-country trip that culminated in backpacking for a week in The Enchantments region of Washington State. These paintings were created in the studio upon return from the trip. Many of the paintings were awarded as "perks" for contributing to my campaign.
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Alpenglow11x14 oil on canvas 2018 “Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Aasgard Mirror11x14 oil on canvas 2018 “Walking: it hits you at first like an immense breathing in the ears. You feel the silence as if it were a great fresh wind blowing away clouds. There’s the silence of woodland. Clumps and groves of trees form shifting, uncertain walls around us. We walk along existing paths, narrow winding strips of beaten earth. We quickly lose our sense of direction. That silence is tremulous, uneasy. Then there’s the silence of tough summer afternoon walks across the flank of a mountain, stony paths, exposed to an uncompromising sun.” ― Frédéric Gros
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Pass Reflection11x14 oil on canvas 2018 “Some of us are drawn to mountains the way the moon draws the tide. Both the great forests and the mountains live in my bones. They have taught me, humbled me, purified me and changed me.” ― Joan Halifax
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Through The Looking Glass11x14 oil on canvas 2018 “I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.” ― Henry David Thoreau, Walden
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Still Water Reflection11x14 oil on canvas 2018 “Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.” ― Henry David Thoreau
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Morning Glow11x14 oil on canvas 2018 “Throw a stone into the stream and the ripples that propagate themselves are the beautiful type of all influence.” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Looking Forward, Looking Back11x14 oil on vanvas 2018 “We need the tonic of wildness...At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.” ― Henry David Thoreau
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View From Above18x24 oil on canvas 2018 sold “The health of the eye seems to demand a horizon. We are never tired, so long as we can see far enough.” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Buddha of the Boards11x14 oil on canvas 2018 “Should humans conquer the mountain or should they wish for the mountain to possess them?” ― Kiran Desai, The Inheritance of Loss
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Matchstick Men11x14 oil on canvas 2018 “The world is emblematic. Parts of speech are metaphors, because the whole of nature is a metaphor of the human mind.” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson
Postcards from the Enchantments
These watercolors were created 'en plein air' on a backpacking trip to The Enchantments region of Washington State in the summer of 2017. They were painted on watercolor paper that was printed with postcard backs and mailed to individuals that backed my crowdfunding campaign to make the trip possible.
Spain Series
I love to travel and find a great deal of artistic inspiration in being somewhere that is unfamiliar. I savor the uncanny.
I take hundred of photographs and sort through them when I get home. Using snapshots as photographic references I can relive the journey.
My travel paintings are postcards to myself.
I take hundred of photographs and sort through them when I get home. Using snapshots as photographic references I can relive the journey.
My travel paintings are postcards to myself.
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Fountainoil on canvas 24"x36" 2012 Fountain near the Prado Museum, Madrid, Spain
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A Cool Breezeoil on canvas 24"x48" 2012 Toledo, Spain
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Riversideoil on canvas 24"x48" 2012 Toledo, Spain
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A Walk in the Woodsoil on canvas 18"x24" 2012 Toledo, Spain
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Forgotten Passageoil on canvas 30"x40" 2012 Toledo, Spain
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Fortifiedoil on canvas 20"x24" 2012 Toledo, Spain
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Quiet Reflectionoil on canvas 18"x24" 2012 Toledo, Spain
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Midnight Serenadeoil on canvas 24"x36" 2012 Passageway to Plaza Meyor, Madrid, Spain
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Last Calloil on canvas 24"x36" 2012 Madrid, Spain
Scotland Series
My first series inspired by travel.
Scotland was very romantic and I really tried to capture the moodiness of the skies and the restlessness of the country-side. Scotland, to me, was peaceful yet uneasy... like a graveyard.
Scotland was very romantic and I really tried to capture the moodiness of the skies and the restlessness of the country-side. Scotland, to me, was peaceful yet uneasy... like a graveyard.
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Clachan-Siel24"x36" oil on canvas
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Lighthouse16"x20" oil on canvas
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"Seafari"22"x28" oil on canvas
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Easdale24"x30" oil on canvas
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Another Path24"x36" oil on canvas
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A Path24"x36" oil on canvas
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Across the Water16"x20" oil on canvas
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Cottage Through Leaves24"x36" oil on canvas
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Four Boats
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Bridge Over The Atlantic36"x48" oil on canvas
Grandma's House
This was by far the most emotional series of paintings I have ever painted. All of the images are painted from snapshots from the hundreds, maybe thousands, of pictures I took of my grandmother's house after she passed away.
The once vibrant household where we would spend Thanksgivings and Christmases and countless summer's nights laughing and eating and being filled with merriment was now a tomb. Every object a relic that reminded me of her and how all I really had left were those memories.
In my snapshots I attempted to document and distill what was left. In my paintings I attempted to keep those moments alive. But in the months after her passing they couldn't help but to reflect my sadness and grief.
The once vibrant household where we would spend Thanksgivings and Christmases and countless summer's nights laughing and eating and being filled with merriment was now a tomb. Every object a relic that reminded me of her and how all I really had left were those memories.
In my snapshots I attempted to document and distill what was left. In my paintings I attempted to keep those moments alive. But in the months after her passing they couldn't help but to reflect my sadness and grief.
Grandma's House II
More paintings from the same series described above.
The once vibrant household where we would spend Thanksgivings and Christmases and countless summer's nights laughing and eating and being filled with merriment was now a tomb. Every object a relic that reminded me of her and how all I really had left were those memories.
In my snapshots I attempted to document and distill what was left. In my paintings I attempted to keep those moments alive. But in the months after her passing they couldn't help but to reflect my sadness and grief.
The once vibrant household where we would spend Thanksgivings and Christmases and countless summer's nights laughing and eating and being filled with merriment was now a tomb. Every object a relic that reminded me of her and how all I really had left were those memories.
In my snapshots I attempted to document and distill what was left. In my paintings I attempted to keep those moments alive. But in the months after her passing they couldn't help but to reflect my sadness and grief.