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Following its recent acquisition by the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts, let’s dive into the story behind The Skiffy by Michelle Gagliano... A skiffy is a sky that foretells uncertain weather. In this painting, Gagliano captures the transient mo
We are thrilled to announce that The Skiffy by Michelle Gagliano @gaglianostudios recently entered the permanent collection of the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts @vmfamuseum Based in Richmond, the Museum is one of the largest comprehensive art instit
Some glimpses from the studio this week, where I’m conducting exciting experiments… As a process painter, each of my works begins long before the brush touches the canvas. I spend hours adapting existing recipes, or sometimes inventing
Winter is also a time of labor and preparation. Planning museum exhibitions, repairing fences after harvest, and tending to the land, these are the rhythms that shape both the farm and my work in the studio. Even in cold and ice, each task grounds m
Ice and snow overlooking my summer studio and the vineyard. I truly love all the seasons, but winter has a way of reminding me who is really in charge…Mother Nature. Even in harsh weather, there is quiet beauty, stillness, and perspective.
Some studio details from a new work in progress, a study in red. Red, for me, is never just a color. I explore it like a naturalist or a scientist, tracing its subtle variations and moods. One of my guides is Werner’s Nomenclature of Colours
Daily walks in the woods are where my work begins. Forest play. I look for shapes the way a child plays a game. Xs and Os, patterns that appear, then disappear…
Some snaps from the studio this week, as I put the final glazes on a new work. I love living under cool Dutch-blue skies, like those in a Bruegel painting, letting the architecture of the landscape seep into my work.In the studio, that same attent
Living in a place I have shaped, I reap its unspoken gifts: the arms of my loblolly pines encircle the land like St. Peter’s, holding us gently in the midst of life’s chaos. My farm, like a tea ceremony, is a sanctuary of peace and respe