Hooray! I get to teach a couple of days of watercolor on Monhegan Island, Maine.
http://www.monhegan.com/070708.html
For those who don't know the place, it's a tiny fishing/lobstering island 12 miles off the coast, with fewer than 70 full-time residents. During the summer, the populations swells to a few hundred, with hundreds more taking weekend and day trips. It has turned into somewhat of an artists' colony, party because of it's beauty, but mostly because of the artists who have lived on the island (ironically to escape the masses and get some actual work done).
Years ago, I spent a summer on Monhegan, making pizzas and hanging out with my then girlfriend, who was raised on this rock in the atlantic. When not service cheesy delights to tourists and fishermen, I worked with my girlfriend's father, doing odd jobs that included stacking wood and burying phone lines for Jaime Wyeth (who's house used to be owned by Rockwell Kent.) I spent a fair amount of time reading (I'm a slow reader) a reproduction of the original issue of Moby Dick, which was illustrated by Rockwell Kent.
A large sunset painting by Rockwell Kent hung in Jaime Wyeth's living room on Monhegan. It pre-dates Rothko's famous works by alot, particularly the larger, later works, but has the same kind of enigmatic awesomeness and power of the unknowable and unspeakable that is conveyed in those paintings.
Can you tell I'm excited?
Other than the artwork, memories, and teaching opprotunity, I'm also very excited about driving to the coast, feeling the cool morning sea breeze, and enjoying an hour long boat ride from the mainland, anxiously watching the granite and pine island grow larger as we approach.
http://www.monhegan.com/070708.html
For those who don't know the place, it's a tiny fishing/lobstering island 12 miles off the coast, with fewer than 70 full-time residents. During the summer, the populations swells to a few hundred, with hundreds more taking weekend and day trips. It has turned into somewhat of an artists' colony, party because of it's beauty, but mostly because of the artists who have lived on the island (ironically to escape the masses and get some actual work done).
Years ago, I spent a summer on Monhegan, making pizzas and hanging out with my then girlfriend, who was raised on this rock in the atlantic. When not service cheesy delights to tourists and fishermen, I worked with my girlfriend's father, doing odd jobs that included stacking wood and burying phone lines for Jaime Wyeth (who's house used to be owned by Rockwell Kent.) I spent a fair amount of time reading (I'm a slow reader) a reproduction of the original issue of Moby Dick, which was illustrated by Rockwell Kent.
A large sunset painting by Rockwell Kent hung in Jaime Wyeth's living room on Monhegan. It pre-dates Rothko's famous works by alot, particularly the larger, later works, but has the same kind of enigmatic awesomeness and power of the unknowable and unspeakable that is conveyed in those paintings.
Can you tell I'm excited?
Other than the artwork, memories, and teaching opprotunity, I'm also very excited about driving to the coast, feeling the cool morning sea breeze, and enjoying an hour long boat ride from the mainland, anxiously watching the granite and pine island grow larger as we approach.
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nuff said.