Friday, August 31, 2018
We sailed downeast a bit a week ago and ended up in Stonington to buy some much needed chocolate, and to stretch our legs. Our friend Peter was soloing with us on his boat. He joined us.
We passed this little yellow house. I liked it - reminded me that there are still humble little homes along the coastline that Martha Stewart hasn't gotten to yet.
Little Yellow House • 8" x 8" acrylic framed to 12" x 12" • $250
Tuesday, June 12, 2018
I used to call these things rock piles. Then I grew up and learned the grown up word for rock pile - cairn. So technically these are stone cairns. Why stone rather than rock, I don't know.
Anyway, I thought we could use a little grounding today - throughout the day.
Three Rock Piles • 8" x 8" acrylics framed to 12" x 12" • $250/each
Sunday, June 3, 2018
This is how I felt at breakfast time this morning, however. It's not what my breakfast looked like, but it's what I felt like having not read or heard the news yet. Happy. For me it harkens back to a time when we weren't at war, and there didn't seem to be so many people homeless, out of work and addicted. There was always a war going on somewhere in the world back then, homelessness, no work and addiction. But as far as we Americans knew - which, come to find out, is not a whole lot - this stuff wasn't a worry. Today it is.
So we do what we can and hope that what we do makes someone feel better somewhere out there.
Breakfast - 8"x 8" acrylic framed to 12"x12" • $250
Sunday, May 27, 2018
Boatyard Dog • 8" x 8" acrylic framed to 12' x 12" • $250
Friday, May 4, 2018
This time of year, especially after a 90 degree day like we had here in Portland the other day, sailors start chomping at the bit to get their boats in the water. The best light is now, the longest days are now, and there is no competition for a spot in one of those quiet, starlit anchorages with the dreaded summer flotillas from away - those obnoxious all-night generator-driven-loud-boom-boxing-air conditioned-tuna heads we sailors call stink pots.
The water temperature in Casco Bay today is 48 degrees. It's a degree colder in Penobscott Bay, so that means full January ski attire including face mask if you want to take a turn around the bay. Some of the old codgers might say it's worth it.
Sailing Down East 8 8" x 8" acrylic framed to 12" x 12" 8 $250
Monday, April 23, 2018
The next big event will be the leafing show when all of a sudden you notices the trees have them and they are like a green haze across the countryside. In the meantime, here's something to hold on to when those rain days come through in a couple of days.
Whoa! It Just Got Sprung • 8" x 8" acrylic framed to 12" x 12" • $250
Monday, April 16, 2018
My thoughts then turned to how much I would love to wash my filthy ratty-looking dish towels and watch them dry outside on a sunny day filled with a soft warm southerly. That's how desperate I am these days, entrenched in and looking ahead at a stretch of some of the most damn depressing damp and dreary weather I've seen for a while.
Damn Damp Depressing and Dreary 8" x 8" acrylic framed to 12" x 12" • $250
Wednesday, April 11, 2018
We were headed south the other day. Thank heavens the sun was visible, because I was constantly questioning whether or not we were headed in the right direction even though I'd been down the same road many, many times.
We passed a field with a some sheep - they looked stuffed for some reason. You know, the kind that play dead during the day, but come alive at night to haunt you, bah, bah, bah, as soon as your head hits the pillow, destroying any thoughts of sleeping.
Anyway, I could have painted them standing there in the brown stubble that describes this year's spring. Or I could have thrown a little color out there, making the whole scene trippy-looking, because right now that's what seeing any color feels like.
I chose the later because the sanity of many of my friends is at stake here. Fortunately for me, the skiing up north is pretty excellent, otherwise I'd be a head case too.
A Road Somewhere By Stuffed Sheep in a Trippy Landscape • 8" x 8" acrylic framed to 12" x 12" • $250
Monday, April 2, 2018
I have adopted a mantra. It's an aging thing. Defer nothing. So I've been hanging out in Kingfield for the past two months working on a project and, I will confess, skiing too. The skiing conditions have been both good and rotten up on the mountain, but when they're good, they are awesome and not to be missed. And so I repeat, defer nothing!
In the meantime, the full moons here are spectacular, especially when I get up in the middle of the night to let that last cup of all-natural-super-soothing-herbal-dreamtime-tea go. When I look out the second floor bathroom window down in to the fields and river and hills beyond, I am spellbound - it's magic, and I always wish everyone had the time to see what I do out there.
Gazing at the moon puts everything in to perspective. And when I look up at the moon - without the worry of burning my eyeballs, I am reminded that we are just pin pricks, not even pins, just pin pricks on the infinity that is the universal pin cushion.
Pin Pricks on the Universal Pin Cushion • 8" x 8" acrylic framed to 12" x 12" • $250
Saturday, March 24, 2018
And so we go, meandering along - a stream
from where we began one spring.
We continue - a flow
all the way to the ocean
and then a current around the globe,
until we disappear in to the sky - a film aloft
until - a raindrop now,
we fall to where we began
to begin all over again.
Blessings to all of the children who will change the mess we adults have left - we who dared to interfere with the natural cycle of things.
And So We Go • 8" x 8" acrylic framed to 10" x 10" • $250
Wednesday, March 14, 2018
Thursday, February 1, 2018
Wednesday, January 24, 2018
It was fine going downwind with that little bit of a push from behind, but when she stopped to greet her other neighbor, both were forced to grab that neighbor's mailbox to keep from getting blown further down the road. After a brief moment to analyze the situation, they both decided it might be wise to throw in the towel. She ended up accepting a ride home from the neighbors husband, otherwise they would both still be blowing like flags off that mailbox I'm sure.
The only times a big wind is necessary in my opinion, is when it's too hot, we need to get somewhere fast in our sailboat because there's a big scary wind storm coming up behind us, or snow needs to be blown off the branches of trees so they don't topple. Otherwise, what's the point?
Big Wind - What's The Point? • 8" x 8" acrylic framed to 12" x 12" • $250
Tuesday, January 16, 2018
This beauty, obviously well cared for, is one of many I encounter on my travels. It was her lines, but also that red barn door along with a beautiful Maine winter day that got to me.
The Red Barn Door • 8" x 8" acrylic framed to 12" x 12" • $250
Monday, January 8, 2018
Feathers! Their first layer of defense against the cold is feathers, and the oil that coats feathers also provides waterproofing.
They also puff. Their body heat warms the air between feathers, so they fluff up in the cold to trap as much air in their feathers as possible. The more trapped air, the warmer the bird.
Birds have a counter-current heat exchange system in their legs. Veins and arteries in their legs are close to each other, and as warm blood leaves the body, it heats up the cold blood returning to the body. They also stand on one leg, while the other is tucked up warmly in its feathers. And then they switch.
Lots of species flock in to a ball at night too. They will gather in large groups and crowd together in a small tight space to share body heat. They may roost closely together in dense shrubbery or trees, or empty birdhouses and tree cavities.
We humans probably did the same thing once upon a time, huddle that is.
Feather, puff and Huddle • 8" x *' acrylic framed to 12" x 12" • $250
Monday, January 1, 2018
I stopped being an anti-person years ago, adopting a pro-person for mental and physical health. It's working. I feel much better now, but still suffer from the ping pong thing when forced to address real issues in the world. For although I try to keep war out of my mind and vocabulary, I am a Star Wars fan, and therefore understand the dilemma of war.
To counter differences in a civilized way is tricky when trying to reason with people who reject the notion of community and always selfishly want more for themselves, not to mention two-year-old world leaders with their thumbs on nuclear weapons.
I like what Rose said in The Last Jedi. "We're going to win this war not by fighting what we hate, but saving what we love!" I'm going to have to keep a paddle in my hand, but when I power the ball back across the table, it's going to have different spin on it.
Perpetual Pin Pong • 8" x 8" acrylic framed to 12" x 12" • $250