Sunday, July 31, 2005
From the past
West of Middlebury Toward Lake Champlain, acrylic/ canvas 36"x60"
An emotional attachment to the landscape of Vermont near Lake Champlain. Dairy farmland rolling toward the lake. Abruptly the Adirondacks rise beyond. Crisp, sharp, undaunted.
Stories
To revisit an image and reconstruct it with the language of words reinforces experience. Reading invigorates the imagination. I can't imagine a life without reading. And writing is, like painting, a struggle to organize and clarify.
I enjoy wiritng that presents new images—redefines and affords room for exploration.
Friday, July 22, 2005
Another hot night in the city
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Hot and humid
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
What color is your day?
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Another day
Gorgeous morning. Temperature has dropped twenty degrees. The humidity level is bearable and all of the dogs seem content.
The sun has breeched the horizon and billowing clouds out over the Atlantic are less ominous. Offshore winds drive them away.
Fresh coffee and a behemoth of a yacht, a helicopter secure on the stern landing pad, cruises offshore. Succulent seems appropriate for such a morning. The day will get busier. The drone of compressors cooling the freezers will mix with the racket of boats plying the harbor. Screeching tires will pierce the air. Maybe an ear-battering jack hammer will tear up another street. But for now it's just the chirping of songbirds. That's enough.
Monday, July 11, 2005
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