The town just west of ours is Mont Vernon (yes, there’s no “u” in Mont). While it refers to itself as a mountain, it’s really not…more of a big hill. But in Southern New Hampshire, our hills are smaller than the monsters up North in the Whites…so the standards down here are a bit more
Someone recently asked about my use of color, commenting that it looks simultaneously “impossible” but “real” and that “it works.” Color is powerful, and we tend to associate colors with things, or actions (stop at red lights, go on green, skies are blue). In nature, colors aren’t always what they seem, particularly in different light.
Woodstock, Vermont is one of the most beautiful, quintessential towns in the state. I’m lucky to be in a gallery there, and love every chance I get to visit. But more enjoyable is the trek there and back…as I tend to take back country roads that cut through valleys, along streams, and up mountain roads.
Can’t remember where this scene was. I think in Vermont. I came across it years ago, somewhere, and did a pastel sketch with the intent of starting a canvas. Years went by. I came across the pastel recently and, seeing it with fresh eyes, felt it was worthy of committing to paint. While not much
It’s the first day of 2022. Few will miss 2021, for obvious reasons. But for all the bad that 2021 will be remembered for, I’m grateful for the many good things that happened “last” year. And while not much of a New Years Resolution practitioner, I do look at the new year as a time
Martha’s Vineyard has a great conservation program known as the Land Bank Commission. Proceeds from every home sale are given to this organization. When privately held land worth preserving comes up for sale, the Land Bank has an opportunity to bid. As a result, there are many preserved, pristine parcels of land on the Island
I love remote, isolated places. Not just as subjects for paintings, but because I like being there. There’s something about knowing you’re away from everything, and everyone, but close enough to return to it all when you’re ready. One such place is along this strip of barrier dune in West Dennis, not far from our
I tend to trespass too much. I call it “exploring”…scouting the landscape for inspiration. But more often than not, in an effort to get a unique perspective of a place, I might accidentally (and sometimes intentionally) enter private property. Several years ago, while exploring the shores of Truro, I parked on the road that leads
I’ve always loved that brief period of time, just before sunset, when the low light of the setting sun rakes a warm light across the landscape. And in the hills and mountains of Vermont, at higher elevation, that light is extended by a few minutes. This place outside of Woodstock, glowed with warmth one recent
Several years ago I visited this farm in Chester, Vermont. The property was maintained by a handyman from Finland who gave me a tour through the immense barn, and who was in charge of keeping the place in good shape for the seasonal owners. The amount of work required to keep time from reclaiming this