It's no secret that I love Maine, and it's not only for the ocean. I've got ocean. It's for the fresh, straightforward, simple, way it has about it. On the way to Pemaquid Lighthouse there's a little house that stacks jars of honey (and a 'honey' bear) on their porch railing. I look for it every year, and last year I bought some of their delicious honey.
I gave myself one hour to paint this. One of my favorite memories of my friend/teacher Ros Farbush was her response to people asking "How long did it take you to paint this?" She would say "65 years plus three hours." (or whatever it took) Because every painting is a building block - a learning session.
I was waiting for dough to rise for pizza tonight and as soon as I popped the dough bowl in the warmed oven I ran for my paints. My photo reference was perfect, although sometimes it's better if it's not. I truly let myself go on autopilot and just remembered the sights, the smells, the feel of the air against my skin, the happy days and nights with fun and talented artist friends... and let it rip.Pin It