Attacked by Pirates and Out
Today’s painting, fail. Who cares? I knew today would be chaotic at Camden harbor but I like chaos—in metered doses—and I’ve painted enough good paintings this week to spend the day schmoozing on the dock. I hadn’t expected to paint through cannon fire, however. Frankly, my painting shows the distractions. Still, it’s been a tremendous …
Painting as a spectator sport
A squall rolled through Camden last night and people put their sails up to dry. I begged the owner of this gaff-rigged boat to not go out until I was done painting. He was a kind man; he acquiesced… and then bought the painting. Painting as a spectator sport—who knew such a thing was even …
Holy cow, this place is a zoo!
Downtown Camden, oil on canvasboard, by little ol’ me. If you thought Camden was crowded on a normal summer day, you should see it during the Windjammer Festival. I ended up parking halfway to Rockland, and I fielded about a thousand questions and comments from passers-by. Good thing I love talking to people! Look at …
Back in the saddle again
Behind Main Street on the Megunticook River, oil on canvas, 12X16, by little ol’ me. I felt this morning as if I’d been thrown by a particularly fractious horse and was having a hard time dragging myself back into the saddle. That was compounded by a cold rain which put paid to my first idea …
My hooptie
My ride. My backpack. All rolled into one. I had such a great day painting, I think I’d like to talk about my bike. My ride (and it’s not a hooptie, no matter what my friend Toby says) works to carry my stuff around, but is rendered impractical by the sheer volume of traffic in …