Monthly Archives: May 2016

Rear view mirror

There is nothing like your mama's handwriting...

The scene in my mind was fifty years old, but the setting was unchanged. My ghost boats could have glided in, peopled by their ghost crews, and moored in their old slips. I don’t need to visit the cemetery to memorialize my dead; they are all around me each time I go home. That is a great reason to visit, and an even better one to leave.

The one that got away

Betsy Soule's odd pot. (Photo: PBS.org)

I vividly remember the first time my work was reviewed in the press, and my copious tears at being savaged. That painting remains in my private collection and I stand by its painterly qualities. I once took an important piece to a highly-respected teacher for critique. She called it “an immature Chagall.” I went home […]

Oops! I Did It Again

"Bayside spring," 10X8, oil on canvas, Carol L. Douglas

I promised that I’d do no more off-roading in my aged Prius after our almost-disastrous mud extravaganza in April. I really meant it this time, since I just replaced the springs last fall. The casual tourist tootles up Route 1 and completely dismisses Northport as having “nothing there.” Its gems are hidden off the main drag. You […]

Picking oakum

"More than they bargained for," 12X16 (unfinished), by Carol L. Douglas

Tuesday I ran through some composition rules for my students, including “don’t run rays out the very corners of your painting,” and “don’t cut off corners with diagonals.” On Wednesday, I broke both those rules. Not only did it work, but I knew it would from the first lines. I assume it’s because the closed corner acts as […]