The townspeople themselves have become the custodians of the art. What motivates them?
A landscape painter is in some ways a journalist. We notice and communicate facts about our world.
Between painting and the reception, artists mostly want to stay out of the way. Lucky for us, our hosts had some lovely artwork, so we pottered around peering at things.
There was a time when everyone learned Bible stories, and they learned them predominantly through paintings.
Yes, one can get blueberries from New Jersey, but they bear about as much resemblance to the Maine blueberry as plasticulture strawberries do to the ones that grow in my lawn.
Most women–including me–are too conventional to show up at a reception in their paint-stained work clothes. The big packing issue of a painting trip becomes what to wear to the reception.
9887.9 miles. Would I do it again? Absolutely.
What in this bleak and cold landscape, with its buffeting winds and lack of topsoil, seemed attractive to the Vikings?
As much of a sucker’s game as feudalism is, it persisted in New France for centuries. Go figure.
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