The Hauntingly Beautiful Paintings of American Artist Daniel Ambrose

About

The orginal paintings of American Artist Daniel Ambrose are renowned for their extraordinary luminosity and evocative, spiritual sense of place. A master of the rare, 15th century, Renaissance technique of egg tempera painting, Ambrose’s exquisite paintings radiate an understated, ethereal beauty, seldom found in contemporary art.

A Florida native with a professional career spanning over 25 years, Ambrose's paintings have been exhibited in numerous solo gallery shows and many fine art museums including; Florida Historic Capitol Museum, Gibbes Museum, Jacksonville Museum of Art, Leepna-Ratner Museum, Museum of Florida Art. Corporate, and public collections include S. James Foxman Justice Center, Bank of America, Florida Memorial Hospital, the city of Orlando, Daytona Beach International Airport, and the Permanent Collection of The Museum of Arts and Sciences.

"Ambrose is an extremely talented painter whose work never ceases to delight me. As an art curator I have been privileged to work with him to present exhibitions of his work and to buy examples of his work for museum collections." -- David Swoyer

Presently, Daniel paints exclusively for galleries and a private collectors list.

Egg Tempera Workshops

The Daniel Ambrose Egg Tempera Workshop is an incredible opportunity to learn from a master egg tempera painter the techniques of this ancient painting medium. The two-day Introductory Egg Tempera Workshop will cover a general overview of egg tempera painting in an encouraging, informative setting. . .

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Stories

My heart thumps when I see the vacant bed. I never know what to expect when I visit my grandma Dewey these days.

I find her in the TV room across from the nurses station. Up on the screen, Hugh Jackman as the Wolfman has someone pinned down. It looks serious.

She sits in a wheel chair in front of the screen with several other parked residents. No one seems to be aware of the movie. Their heads bowed as if in prayer—all but my grandma. She’s asleep, a half drunk cup of black coffee nestled between her pink and white blanket and her folded hands. It’s a wonder she still remembers this—black coffee. She once told me she began drinking it when she was nine. Maybe that’s her secret to a long life. . .

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