In a little coastal town in Maine, a group of artists gather every June. Photographers, pastellists, oil painters, acrylic and watercolor - all sorts of art gets made. Wonderful food is prepared and devoured. Wine selected by an artist's husband (who really knows his stuff) and beer and cocktails.... all enjoyed daily. The breeze floats right up from the cove, flutters the old fashioned sheer panel curtains... the quiet is so profound it's hard to get to sleep the first night. All the beds are old and comfy, and when sleep does come you are truly in dreamland... until.... the lobstermen launch their boats - then we are privy to some very colorful language!
This big farmhouse is a haven for us. We talk late in to the night about our lives, our art, our struggles, our successes. We follow the progress of each others' work, year to year, as well as how all our kids are doing, our spouses, our houses and gardens.
AND we paint! Morning, noon and night!
A couple of larger pieces did not make it in here, but this is the bulk of all of our paintings!
