This installation has particular resonance with the current crisis in American politics, where we seem to be interacting with labels instead of people.
Hollis Dunlap is treading a well-worn path, but he’s doing it as well as any living painter.
It was just an ordinary cock-up, but it was the third one this year. After a while, it starts to feel personal.
As much of a sucker’s game as feudalism is, it persisted in New France for centuries. Go figure.
“The Alaska Range,” oil on canvas board, by Carol L. Douglas Neither rain nor snow nor threat of sleep deprivation shall keep us from our appointed rowdiness. Mary and I coined that as our trip’s slogan. It’s insane. Mary has a cold and I’m feeling an irksome scratchiness to the throat. We can afford […]
Light snow above the Arctic Circle, by Carol L. Douglas. I didn’t even know I had a bucket list, let alone that painting above the Arctic Circle was on it. But as I crossed the Yukon River, I realized that no amount of bad road was going to stop me from seizing this opportunity. […]
Style is a very slow thing in coming, and it requires its own space to evolve.
The Marginal Way is a metaphor for life: a cavalcade, a passing parade, in which our own appearance is terribly brief. Best to use it well.
“What has been is what will be, and what has been done is what will be done; there is nothing new under the sun,” Solomon intoned in the great wisdom book, Ecclesiastes. The cosmic joke is that, 5000 years later, we are still frequently surprised by that realization. I was reminded of this yesterday while […]
As I’ve wandered around painting recently, residents have talked to me about eastern spruce dwarf mistletoe and what it’s done to their trees. I was surprised to read that it is native to New York as well as Maine, since I’ve never seen those characteristic “witches’ brooms” on trees in my natal state. I browsed […]