Brrh! Some artists (including me) are called to paint in the Great White North. What are we thinking?
There are three winter formations that I love and was hoping to paint this year. The frozen seeps on rocky escarpments are groundwater’s motion suspended and exaggerated. The cracked sheets of thick ice in tidal marshes are the tide’s motion caught in time. And the thin sheets of ice that form on the edges of […]
I was in Hannaford yesterday when I realized I wanted to drive hot needles into my skull. No, there is no medical evidence that this actually works, but it is the first symptom that I’m getting a cold. I’d like to blame someone, but that isn’t how viruses function. We wade through a miasma of […]