About Beth-Ann

Beth-Ann Wilson (American, b. Copiague, NY 1983, lives and works in Baltimore, MD) is an award-winning artist, gallery owner, creative entrepreneur, educator, and community organizer whose multidisciplinary practice bridges the realms of fine art, education, and community engagement. Her work explores the interplay of vivid abstraction and expressive realism, focusing on painted portraits, energetic landscapes, and dynamic cityscapes. Whether created en plein air or in her studio, Wilson’s… more
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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.