American Tonalist Paintings

Chris Peters is a contemporary American Tonalist painter working in Los Angeles. For additional information about this art movement we recommend the two books "A History of American Tonalism: 1880-1920" by David A. Cleveland and "The Poetic Vision: American Tonalism" by Spanierman Gallery, LLC.

For additional information about the paintings on this page please contact:

Sullivan Goss - An American Gallery
11 East Anapamu Street
Santa Barbara, CA 93101

t: 805.730.1460
e: Susan Bush - Sullivan Goss Gallery

Chris Peters Quiet Morning 

Quiet Morning


Oil on Canvas
24 x 24 inches
2015

Chris Peters Rising Moon 

Rising Moon (Tryon)


Oil on Linen
36 x 30 inches
2015

Chris Peters At Twight American Tonalism Landscape 

At Twilight


Oil on Linen over Panel
11 x 16 inches
2013
Chris Peters Huntington Beach Tonalist Landscape 

Huntington Beach


Oil on Linen over Panel
10.5 x 14 inches
2013

Chris Peters Solitary Oak Landscape 

Solitary Oak


Oil on Linen over Panel
6 x 8 inches
2012

sold
Chris Peters Venice Beach Oil Tonalist Painting 

Venice Beach


Oil on Canvas
10 x 10 inches
2011

sold
Chris Peters Waters Edge Landscape 

Water's Edge


Oil on Linen over Panel
6 x 8 inches
2014

sold
Chris Peters Evening Meadow Landscape 

Evening Meadow


Oil on Linen over Panel
11 x 14 inches
2011

sold
Chris Peters Eatons Forest Landscape 

Eaton's Forest


Oil on Linen over Panel
9 x 12 inches
2011

sold
Homage to Whistler 

Homage to Whistler


Oil on Linen over Panel
9 x 12 inches
2009

sold
Chris Peters Morning Fog Landscape 

Morning Fog


Oil on Canvas
10 x 11 inches
2010

sold

Finding Beauty in Dark Places

The Germans have a word "unheimlich" that is difficult to translate into English, although a blur between the words "uncanny" and "eerie" perhaps comes the closest to providing a definition.

In each of my paintings, I am trying to find the beauty in that uneasy twilight place between life and death, between reality and unreality, between self and what writer H.P. Lovecraft called "the others".

I love this poem by Emily Dickinson:

I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth, -the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.

My entire body of work is an attempt to capture the feeling I get every time I read it. One day I might succeed, until then here are my paintings...