Larry Horowitz

by ck

My friend’s dad is an artist and I love his work– his paintings and pastels are magic to me, as they perfectly capture the light, color, and atmosphere of an otherwise ephemeral scene (standing at the edge of the marsh on a cool summer evening/looking through the trees from their back porch/ sitting on the wet sand at dawn.)  He paints around Wellfleet a lot, so whenever I’m feeling a little homesick I like to take a look.