Seattle Art Fair + LACMA

I had several new paintings up at the Seattle Art Fair 2016. “The Sentinels” received a nice writeup in Vanguard Seattle:

“...Peters executes it beautifully, choosing his subjects and his lighting well, taking one into the scene and giving it an otherworldly tone that rewards closer examination and a longer view.”

Also, this August I will have a painting up at LACMA, as part of the “Guillermo Del Toro: At Home with Monsters” show:

Guillermo del Toro: At Home with Monsters

For additional information about the paintings on this page please contact:

Sullivan Goss - An American Gallery
11 East Anapamu Street
Santa Barbara, CA 93101

t: 805.730.1460
e: Susan Bush - Sullivan Goss Gallery

Seattle Art Fair The Sentinals Chris Peters

The Sentinals

Oil on Linen Over Panel
40 x 40 inches

Seattle Art Fair Last Light Chris Peters

Last Light

Oil on Linen Over Panel
47 x 47 inches

Seattle Art Fair The Two of Us Chris Peters

The Two of Us

Oil on Linen Over Panel
16 x 16 inches

Chris Peters Quiet Morning

Quiet Morning

Oil on Canvas
24 x 24 inches

Chris Peters At Twight American Tonalism Landscape 

At Twilight

Oil on Linen over Panel
11 x 16 inches

Chris Peters Solitary Oak Landscape

Solitary Oak

Oil on Linen over Panel
6 x 8 inches

Chris Peters Venice Beach Oil Tonalist Painting 

Venice Beach

Oil on Canvas
10 x 10 inches

Chris Peters Waters Edge Landscape 

Water's Edge

Oil on Linen over Panel
6 x 8 inches

Homage to Whistler 

Homage to Whistler

Oil on Linen over Panel
9 x 12 inches

Chris Peters Morning Fog Landscape 

Morning Fog

Oil on Canvas
10 x 11 inches


Finding Beauty in Dark Places

The Germans have a word "unheimlich" that is difficult to translate into English, although a blur between the words "uncanny" and "eerie" perhaps comes the closest to providing a definition.

In each of my paintings, I am trying to find the beauty in that uneasy twilight place between life and death, between reality and unreality, between self and what writer H.P. Lovecraft called "the others".

I love this poem by Emily Dickinson:

I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth, -the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.

My entire body of work is an attempt to capture the feeling I get every time I read it. One day I might succeed, until then here are my paintings...