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Conversations Across Time: Early Work
Seeing chives greening up and buds getting ready to leaf out has me thinking about past springs, when I first came to Maine, and that spring after I moved from Belfast to Lincolnville. Time -- as they say -- marches on, and since it's been more than 30 years that I first walked Lincolnville Beach and really doubled down on painting, I've decided to devote this newsletter to a look at where I was back then, as well as what I think about now when I start a new painting.
Sketchbook: The Live Oaks in South Carolina
As I drove from the Savannah airport up to Beaufort, South Carolina, my first impression of the Low Country was that though it's coastal, it is the opposite of Midcoast Maine. So while I was painting and drawing, I thought a lot about sustainability and creativity.
Looking Out, Looking Down
January was definitely a month when, like the Roman deity Janus, I looked in two directions, out and down. Two weeks ago, as I prepared my Pecha Kucha presentation for the January event at the Rockport Opera House, the idea popped into my head that I'm a sort of gyroscope, now oriented toward the far horizon, now looking down at the ground beneath my feet.
I've been traveling again
For a long time now (28 years to be exact), I've felt that coming back to Maine is coming home. But for that to happen, I must first go away. Paraphrasing the poet Bob Hicok, I remember Kentucky fondly as the place I go to be in Kentucky.