Nov 4, 2019 | Down East Maine
I missed it. We traded the fiery furnace of fall in Maine For the steaming boiler of simmering summer in Florida, And while I was grateful to leave the cold, I missed the paradox of deep gray claustrophobic skies Enhancing the scarlet and gold of autumnal celebration....
Sep 26, 2019 | Down East Maine, Poetry and Prose
Today Jill and I saw a dear friend in Cherryfield as per my poem below. Our friend was a major antique dealer who, like me, was in love with Kennebunkport the same time I was way, way back in time. He spent much time in France importing European antiques to the U.S....
Jul 6, 2016 | Art Teachings, Down East Maine
I have always been in love with old wood and metal objects that tell “stories.” That’s why I love my barn studio in Gouldsboro with bits of hay still stuck between the weathered Maine boards. Those poles made of spindly trees at one end where hides...
Oct 31, 2015 | Art Teachings, Cities and Places Revisited, Down East Maine
As I review the photographic and painting explorations from my “half the year” down east, I am conscious of “context.” These ideas occurred to me as we drove back to Florida for the “other half of the year.” It was impossible...
Oct 29, 2015 | Art Teachings, Down East Maine
Yesterday was one of the most intense, exciting, and transforming experiences I have ever had. Things were going well. The day before, in the barn studio, I had been able to complete the underpaintings for six new canvases, which requires ventilation and lots of...
Oct 10, 2015 | Down East Maine, Peter's Musings
O.K. I have waited for several years to spend the months of September and October up here in Maine. Even during the years when we could travel wherever and whenever we wanted to, we only had a few weeks. But now I’m wondering how to “fast...
Oct 1, 2015 | Art Teachings, Down East Maine
Something amazing and wonderful happened with the light here in down east Maine in the last few days, culminating in an experience on the first day of “fall.” It seemed to start when I noticed the huge apple trees bordering...
Sep 18, 2015 | Cities and Places Revisited, Down East Maine
As the last piece of furniture was added today to the c. 1880 farmhouse in Maine, a kitchen table from about the same era, I was enveloped by a wonderful sense of fulfillment. After years of travel and many pursuits, I was home at last. Rewind to when I lived in...
Sep 4, 2015 | Down East Maine, Jill, My Muse
This is a post about a learning curve of living down east, when our neighbor Patrick brought over a clam basket that his dad had brought home. I have seen a documentary about digging for clams, and decided it was definitely not something I would ever attempt. I felt...
