Tag Archives: Peter Yesis

Oops! I Did It Again

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 […]

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 […]

Saving for a rainy day

OK, my Belfast workshop students: do you recognize the place? Yes, it’s the mouth of the Ducktrap River, where we spent a delightful day painting and Hal dove in to rescue an escaping umbrella. Meanwhile a rising tide absconded with his shoes. It was very different painting with a small cohort of PAPME painters on […]

And now, a word from our sponsors

Tomorrow morning I will head to the mouth of the Ducktrap River to paint with the northern chapter of Plein Air Painters of Maine (PAPME). This is the same group that is showing at University of Maine-Presque Isle, and I promised more information about that. The works of more than twenty Maine painters will be on […]

The first real day of spring

Yesterday might have been too brisk for normal people to spend the day at the shore, but it dawned with that crystalline light that is the hallmark of Maine. It was the first outing for Plein Air Painters of Maine’s Northern Chapter. This is my home tribe in more ways than one. Peter Yesis called the first paint-out […]

The slacker lifestyle of the modern artist

Yesterday I was kicking around the studio in a listless funk. Too many miles, too many long days, too many houseguests. I set out to pay my bills—urgent—and pack a few things for Castine Plein Air, but neither compelled me. At 12:30 I got a call from Bobbi Heath, who was driving from Yarmouth to […]