Oil on canvas, 11x14
Please contact me for price and delivery optionsThis weekend, the plan was for me to be off Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Heather, the wonderful woman who went to Canada with me, was getting married in Maine, at the Fryeburg Fairgrounds, on Saturday, and I was invited.
Another friend in Maine wanted to see paintings, with the thought of possibly buying one.
And I needed a break. I needed a break more than any time I can think of in the past 20 years.
Since September, I've been working steadily. Many weeks, I've worked upwards of 100 hours. Every week, I've worked six or seven days. I'm tired. Mushy-headed. Dull.
On Friday, I was up at 3:30, writing a story from a meeting the night before. It took me until 9 to get everything done. But then it was done.
I readied my paintings to be shown. I packed them into the van. I packed my painting supplies, I packed clothes, I packed my computer. I left the house, got the oil changed, went to the bank and then finally, lusciously, exuberantly, I was free!
Five hours later, I reached the house of my friend who wanted to see paintings.
No one was home.
I nearly left, but hung around long enough that her husband and kids showed up. My friend was in New Hampshire, helping a friend of hers who has cancer.
So I left my paintings and went out to paint.
I found this scene at the very end of Harpswell, on a finger of an arm of land that sticks out into the Atlantic. I painted FAST, I painted wild, I painted before the light faded, and the God-rays vanished, and darkness surrounded me.
I felt as free and as happy and as utterly connected as I ever have.
How I miss that feeling!
The wedding? The rest of the trip? Stay tuned.