The color of light is one of the most important concepts in painting. It’s most easily understood on a snowy winter day.
Her subject matter is turbulence, and her language is ferocity.
I feel like punching them drug-dealing m—rs in the throat. Nobody expects a left hook from a little old lady.
A cyber-curator reaches out from Bucksport to Boise to teach an old dog from Rockport something new. Isn’t that cool?
You never know what you’re going to learn at the grocery store.
A landscape painter is in some ways a journalist. We notice and communicate facts about our world.
I’m not doing anything differently; I’m painting something different. It would be a sign of failure if my Maine looked like my New York, wouldn’t it?
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.
I realized a simple fact: I love to teach there, my students love to paint there, and their families love to be there. So we will be offering the workshop from August 6-11, 2017, and you should sign up soon.
Don’t believe for a minute that fathers are expendable. Nobody is going to teach you the art of swearing like they can.