#519 • The Why of Everything

 

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Almost through with March and slipping into April, the light is rapidly changing, the sun is stronger on our faces, and we are tempted to think that spring is something we in Maine know it is not. It’s black fly season that we have to look forward to. In the meantime mud season has arrived, and those cool winds from Canada that refuse to give up continue to add to the torture called expectation.

 

Depressing as it seems, those of us who cultivate indoor plants know they help us bridge the seasons in a state of peace and well being. They are a gift to humans like me who struggle to understand the why of everything.

The Why of Everything • 21" x 21" acrylic on 100 % cotton rag watercolor paper • $850 unframed

#518 • When the Mountains Dance

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I sent a photo of our field to some skier friends in Canada who are currently snowed under and were boasting about it. The field was in the midst of a transformation from winter to spring. It was the day after the spring equinox and I was boasting we would be gardening in no time. Within hours of sending them that photo, a snowstorm came sneaking in and dropped five inches of heavy snow. 

So...as a reminder folks, winter ain't over until the old man says it is.

When The Mountains Dance • Acrylic on cradled birch • 30" x 22" • $2500

#517 • Here's To Dreams That Thankfully Didn't Come True

 

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I did these three paintings a long time ago. They reflect an old 60s boomer wish I always had to take off for the west coast to surf into oblivion. My car, if I got there alive, would be a VW convertible with white walls and madras seat covers. Totally impractical but I figured better than my first choice which would have been a woody and hell to keep on the road. 

In the meantime, I had no practical life skills, no money, was uneducated, and an idiot. It's probably a good thing I ended up in Maine where I survived those turbulent years more or less intact.

So here's to dreams that thankfully didn't come true.

Here's To Dreams That Thankfully Didn't Come True • Three 10" x 10" acrylics unframed • $900