I am challenged to grow, to change with each moment, to give shape to vapor, and form to shifting planes. Nature is never the same.
I find myself painting through the seasons these over 25 years in the Catskills — quiet snowy fields, Ellen Wong autumn roads, rushing waterfalls cascading with thunderous torrents of spring rain, and misty, country roads after the rain. There is no formula to keep the paintings alive, to catch the quickly changing light, the clouds moving overhead, and so each painting has been a process of discovery and in many cases, I have returned to the same places multiple times to keep on trying to capture something of my experience there.
Sound and space have become so critical to what inspires Ellen Wong. In the observation of the sublime and the ordinary I find beauty in truth.
In the rural and working landscape I find home. Phone: