Monthly Archives: May 2016

Running in place

Yesterday Bobbi Heath asked me if I want to go to Stonington next Friday to deliver our work for the Penobscot East Resource Center’s 7th annual buoy auction. I’ve participated in this event for several years, since it’s an organization I believe in. “Are you finished with yours yet?” she asked in an all-too-perky tone. I […]

Give the people what they want

For all his virtues, John Singer Sargent distorted the female form as cynically as any modern adman. His society women are absurdly tall and lanky. They are depersonalized mannequins for the fantastic clothing that was his (and their) real interest. He was hardly alone. From Nefertiti to the modern era, women’s figures have been manipulated in […]

Boat out of water

Occasionally I miscalculate and stumble into the cordon of standstill traffic on I-495. That happened yesterday. I spent a lot of time contemplating truck traffic that would have been better employed in the North End Shipyard sketching the Grace Bailey. As much as I’ve enjoyed visiting Buffalo, I was concerned that I would miss her. Built […]

An expressway too far

Each time I’m in Buffalo, NY I remember anew what a beautiful city it is. Buffalo is graceful, light and airy despite its very elaborate and important architecture. A system of parkways radiates from the center of the city to connect its neighborhoods and parks. This was the work of America’s first landscape architect, Frederick […]

Young firs, old spars

For a brief moment there on Wednesday, I was warm enough to doff my jacket. Then Peter Yesis made the mistake of mentioning that this was going to be the nicest weather of the week. An hour later, the wind was kicking up whitecaps on Penobscot Bay and we were thoroughly frozen. I’ve painted twice at […]

The Zorn Palette is a lie

Brad Marshall and I spent a great deal of time considering the paintings at the Anders Zorn show at the National Academy Gallery in 2014. I came away with a new appreciation for Zorn’s virtuosity, especially in watercolor. Zorn knew how to paint in the low, indirect light of the north. But he was never “known for using […]

The ones you love

  “When I were your age,” the old woman wheezed, “there weren’t no such thing as Holocaust deniers. If we’d tried that on Mrs. Rothschild next door or old Mr. Mastman… you remember Mastman’s Corner Store, don’t you, dear?” She blinked back the years. “Sorry, it was way before your time. “Anyways, if we’d said […]