Nov 19, 2019 | Peter's Musings
This is an unusual painting as it is a double dream in a way, based on one of the Rolls-Royce Silver Spurs which I owned for a decade. “Montague,” as I named the gold 1982 Rolls, had the original brown leather interior; the wood door sills needed re-varnishing (which...
Nov 6, 2019 | Photography as Art
The camera does something I cannot do because it does not think. It is a tool that has become indispensable to my work Like charcoal, brushes, paint, palette knife, straight edges, Which enable me to find my world of images and ideas in thought Before it emerges on...
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....
Oct 27, 2019 | Art Teachings, Peter's Musings, Photography as Art
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...
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....
Sep 17, 2019 | Poetry and Prose
“In My house are many mansions….” I stand between the house and the apple trees at midnight. A full moon makes exits and entrances on night’s stage– As Victorian night scapes romanticize in paint and mother of pearl Surreal moving locks of dark portent and...
