Solo Exhibition at DCG LAW, Boston












Thanks to the good folks at Donnelly, Conroy & Gelhaar LLP, Paul Olson is having a retrospective exhibition in Boston, with an Artist’s Reception on:

Tuesday, June 3rd, 2014,    5:30 p.m. – 7:30 p.m.

Donnelly, Conroy & Gelhaar, LLP

260 Franklin Street, 16th Floor

Boston, MA 02110

Please RSVP by May 28th to Chelsea Lord – or 617-720-2880

Directions and parking suggestions can be found at

















This show includes landscapes of Rhode Island, steel construction of Providence Place Mall, tree drawings done at the Arnold Arboretum and a series of portraits done in his painting class at Massart.




All proceeds from sales will go to the “Liam the Lion Fund” to support Paul’s grandson. Learn about Liam at
















Artist’s Talk at Arnold Arboretum Drawn to Woods, by Paul Olson



In case you aren’t already aware, Paul is giving a talk at the Arnold Arboretum of HARVARD UNIVERSITY this Thursday, February 21, from 7:00pm – 8:30pm.


The Opening Reception in January was great fun, the host was his ole’ charming self. Thanks to all who could attend and/or help out with the show… More info

…which will be up until March 25th so there is plenty of time to see it, and maybe spend a little time out of doors with the real attractions of the inspiring place.

A short film, green leaves, warm and Sunny!


“New” Greenhouse survives Blizzard of 2013!


The new greenhouse made it through the recent blizzard just fine, the plants had a harder time of it as well as the caretaker. Power was out for a brief 25 hours, but for those in our area it was a bit harrowing, “you don’t know what you got til its gone jm


Luckily our new gas hot water heater was still operational, as well as our gas stove. Between periods of intense shoveling of the wet heavy snow, pans of near boiling water were carried out to the greenhouse by a one man bucket brigade, on ice. While the roof was still covered with snow, I was able to bring the temp from near freezing to about 45 degrees by filling a couple of trash cans with hot water. Sure enough, the sun came out, the temperature continued to rise and the snow slid off, I was happy the steeper roof of the redesigned greenhouse worked to eliminate shoveling the roof. Unfortunately, as anyone with a greenhouse knows, the layer of glass, in this case corrugated polycarbonate panels, is not good insulation, and as soon as the sun went down, so did the temp. Nothing was left to do but begin the long process of carrying plants in to the living room, which remained a comfy 55- 60 degrees or so with pots of simmering hot water on the stove. Some larger and less tender plants were placed around the cans full of hot water in a corner of the greenhouse, and I went to sleep, exhausted, with fingers crossed. We were lucky, the power came on that night, the heat came on automatically and dried up the house, where all the windows and doors had been dripping with condensation from the steamy pans of water on the stove.

My grandson Liam and his family had there own ordeal, which you can read about here:

Hoping you have survived the storm as well as we have, I’m enjoying a snowstorm right now, from my warm cozy spot with a view of the greenhouse out the window.


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Day after the storm, I went out to figure out the next move, people started showing up to help. The majority of the wood was out to the street by the end of the day, no bucket truck, no heavy equipment at all, just a bunch of men with some saws and ladders and rope, and a wish to get a job done, an eagerness to help a friend in need. I was flabbergasted and thankfull!

Thanks so much: Rob, George, Joe, Steve, Gary, David, Michael, Lenny, Rob, Dave, Neil and Wayne, and gosh I hope to not forget anybody else! Oh and lets not forget Suzy!

Kabang…Pow…Crash…Rumble rumble rumble…


Well thats the sound I remember, or something like it. I knew right away it was the big Silver Maple at the back fence that had just landed on the house, after holding my wife a few moments till SHE stopped shaking, I got up to survey the damage. It was first thing in the morning and the worst of Hurricane Irene hadn’t nearly reached us yet.

There were no branches poking through the ceilings, but there was rain comin’ in the attic, happily only on some very old work, ugly paintings…and by some luck no broken windows or skylights, in the house that is…

good thing we moved all those trees in yesterday!