Who needs sleep? I do, of course. But I feel the likelihood of a spectacular night-sky event in my bones.
Hello, July! The maddest, gladdest, busiest time of year on the Maine coast is about to commence.
I am on my way out to sea to paint from the deck of the American Eagle. Schooners were never built with the internet in mind, so my blog is entering nautical twilight until Friday. Stay tuned to see what that means.
Artists’ and Captains’ Gam on Saturday, June 11 from 4-6 pm at Camden Falls Gallery will celebrate the opening of “Below the Waterline: Seven Weeks at the Shipyard,” featuring the work of Carol Douglas, Loretta Krupinski, and other artists.
I had finished working last night and was curled up in my bed when I decided to take one last spin around Facebook on my phone. There I saw a post that painter Lee Boynton had died of colon cancer at age 62. That matters far more than anything I was planning to say about […]
The forsythia blooming here is not the obedient, tightly pruned shrub of the suburbs, but the wild, sprawling mess of the shrub in its natural state. Along with spring flowers comes the first flush of license plates from away and visitors strolling along Main Street in Camden. I mentioned this to my pal Mary, who […]
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 […]