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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.

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.