Yesterday, while listening to the CD “Yo-Yo Ma and Friends”, I heard Amelia Brown, the remarkable Indianapolis contralto, sing out, “This little light of mine, I’m gonna make it shine”, --- of course, the paint responded. Amelia is a friend of mine. (Amelia is your friend the instant you meet her) . I used to sing that song with my Sunday School class—and yes, I did TOO! When the rain stops pouring down, I’ll scoot over to the studio and see what resulted.
So what’s new? Well, yesterday we caught the weekly van- ride to the grocery store, PO, Bank, what have you. (At 91 and 87, neither of us drives anymore) Paintings dry slowly in a Maine winter, which is cold and humid. No matter what the colors say, winter is on the way. Needing a heater cum fan to blow at those paintings, I made a dash for a nearby hardware store and did so with such” Viggah” that I ended up all wuzzy. Clutching the boxed heater in both arms, but decid
From the Preface to Finding Your Way: When the photographer Jacob Katz was in Guatemala, two little girls of the village adopted him. Every afternoon, as he returned from a shoot, they ran to him, their eyes dark with excitement: What had he done? where had he gone? What had he seen? The children were deaf. Since he could not speak to them, he opened his pockets. They burrowed inside, exclaiming over his findings, his day's treasures and mysteries. Each of us lives a life
So many artists live here that our residential Inn, Dirigo Pines, is having a show of our work in October. My studio walls are covered with wet canvasses, so I am loaning Song of the Dingy (our “above the couch” piece). We will miss it –it wears well. Pam and Lev Rothenberg shook loose from Indy this summer to join us in Maine, where we had a ball; checked out the International Sculpture Symposium, drove over to Mt Dessert Island for a sail out of Northeast Harbor, slept, a
These are what I came up with while waiting for a van ride. I guess they are just starters for a little chatty blog? “Mint jelly” reads the note. No matter what the chef does, this man needs mint jelly with his lamb. Here is how to visit a museum: Pretend that you are a big old vaccum cleaner. Go through the galleries, taking everything in without judging---especially the stuff you don’t like. After an hour or two, find a quiet place where you can sit down and NOT look at