Thursday, January 16, 2020

#368 • For the Firsts

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Carrabassett Valley is one of the most beautiful places you’ll ever meander through. Fall gets top billing when it’s lit up like a foliage cinema set only a higher power can imagine. But winter is when the valley really shines, literally, with ice a snow, and the cool steel blue of the mountains is the prevailing state of mind. Winter is the season reserved for wild things and those who live here year round, those who venture out to elevate their standing with the elements, always to be humbled.

When the weather has turned just this side of brutal, I'm reminded of those pioneers who took the challenge way before a lot of us were even born. This sketch, sans telephone poles, is for them - the firsts who dared make the trek before skis had edges, pataguchi made quick-dry, and ski lifts turned all of us soft.

For the Firsts • 9" x 10.5" acrylic unframed • $250

Friday, January 10, 2020

#367 • Those Peaceful Creatures of Belgrade Lakes

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There's a horse farm on Route 27 just outside the village of Belgrade Lakes. It was sold off to some folks who had a few horses too. But then they posted a political sign that utterly destroyed the concept of a little piece of heaven. They're gone, unfortunately their vote is not, and a forlorn looking sale sign is what now describes the property. It's been that way for a few years.

I will immortalize those classic white outbuildings before they become some ugly else. God - I hope someone saves it. There's something about horses in a field that gets to me. They're such beautiful, peaceful creatures.

Those Peaceful Creatures of Belgrade Lakes • Acrylic • $250

Tuesday, December 24, 2019

Tuesday, December 3, 2019

#365 • Cheer Up!

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It could be worse - you could me right now. I keep forgetting I have snow tires, having not had them for 50 some odd years. They're in our shed - warm, clean and snug in a plastic bag. I've got an appointment to have them put on next week which doesn't help me right now, but it is what it is. I think I can remember what it's like careening the state without them.

Fortunately, being a freelancer has its benefits during times like this. I can work from home. I don't have to travel until tomorrow. In the meantime, cheer up! Maybe, just maybe, this storm will clear out tonight and leave in its wake a uniquely-silent-other-worldly-city-snow-walkabout, where the only sound is that of the breathless cursing by snow shovelers. On the other hand, you might be pitted against the maniacal-fire-breathing-snow-throwing-iron-dragons that are our city plow trucks. Be careful out there.

Cheer Up! • 8" x 8" acrylic framed to 12" x 12" • $250

Wednesday, November 13, 2019

#364 • That Moon

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That moon still gets to me. Maybe it's witnessing a ball so huge suspended up there with no strings or base holding it up. Or wait, maybe it's gravity I'm in awe of. As I explained to my grandson Jack, I don't see the wind, I just see things in the wind. So actually, I don't see gravity, I just see the moon in gravity.

The gravity of this realization is beyond comprehension, like the moon, and gravity. So I guess I'm back to square one. Just plain awe.

That Moon • 8" x 8" mixed media framed to 12" x 12" • $250

Tuesday, November 12, 2019

#363 • Somehow I Missed A Season

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We have snow on the ground. I was tempted to do a snowfall painting in celebration, but decided to get a few other themes in before. Somehow I missed a whole season.

It started many years ago when I decided I wanted fruit trees, a vegetable garden or two, and flowers beds. The number of plots grew every year because, in hind sight,  I forgot in the spring what I had to do the fall before to put everything to bed for the winter. 

Today, seasonal yard work around here is a big project. I figure we might as well get used to it because when we're too old to work, ski and sail, hike and everything else we pack into a year, this land and our home will be who we become full time. Weeders.

Somehow I Missed A Season • 8" x 8" framed to 12" x 12" • $250

Thursday, October 17, 2019

#362 • Looking Upriver

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The leaves were already on their way out by the time I found time to stop and snatch this sketch. One of these days I'll do it justice, but right now, it's the way it looked just before the big blow.

I guess I was taking it for granted - it's a scene I see every time I go over the bridge in Kingfield. This is one of the reasons some of us live up here. As a local transplant once said to me when I asked him why he left Brooklyn, New York, "you can't beat the commute to work."

Looking Upriver • 8"x8" acrylic framed to 12"x12" • $250