The Camera of the Mind

The Camera of the Mind

Although I use a digital camera to record what I think of as “notes” in long shots and close ups, I am a mental camera that stores an infinite amount of data. In my university and college lectures, I used to pretend that I was a camera taking stills, by...
So, Where do You Live?  An Artist’s World

So, Where do You Live? An Artist’s World

Marcel Proust wrote quite a long time ago that various scents would trigger a connection to things in our past…that a particular perfume or fragrance could connect us to a forgotten experience. This is also true of visual “reminders” as well....
Some Thoughts about this “Holy” Place

Some Thoughts about this “Holy” Place

For some reason, I kept thinking of the mid 19th century Hudson River painters these last few days. After all, it was Thomas Cole ( whose panoramic “Voyage of Life” captivated me years ago, and still does), who really made Mt. Desert and Acadia known to...
Throw me a Curve, Jack

Throw me a Curve, Jack

Well, Jack Frost really messed me up more than I thought. If you remember one of the first posts I wrote when I moved down east in June– I was fascinated with the Schoodic rocks. And I was focused on “line.”  Remember the black snake, the black...
Blue is my Palette, I Shall not Want

Blue is my Palette, I Shall not Want

I moved to Maine thinking I would be able to paint. Well, my “canvas” has been the house and the barn more than canvas, paper, and panel. But my focus has been on “infinity,” and in particular, the infinity of God’s goodness. Last night,...