New Poem by me: That Old Picnic Table Feeling
The weathered picnic table/ is missing as much paint as it retains,/ splintering me, where my elbow rests/ and snagging my pants on the seat./ Smoother where…
The weathered picnic table/ is missing as much paint as it retains,/ splintering me, where my elbow rests/ and snagging my pants on the seat./ Smoother where…
I painted this large abstract oil painting at camp. You can see the entire 3’x4’ painting above. Below, after some progress shots on location, you can see a larger shot of it.
Here is some of the art other people did while at camp. Some of the photography conditions were not the greatest, so I apologize on the poor quality of images.
I’m proud to know this wonderful woman! It was a delight to have Libby come to do her play Lilia! for Creative Arts Camp.
For my writing class at Creative Arts Camp we were asked to bring a favorite small object. I brought the Petoskey stone mouse shown in the photo.
While I was on the last leg of finishing the pastel painting above, I saw the remarkable light over my shoulder past Cherry Island. I quickly abandoned…
The setting and the classes at Creative Arts Camp are great, but so are the people!
Creative Arts Camp meets here at Camp Newfound, a beautiful camp for Christian Scientists on the shores of Long Lake in Maine. It is truly a lovely, inspiring…
This novel utilizes hypothetical “red book” entries to introduce characters returning to Harvard for their 20th reunion. The whole book takes place during…
This barn is on the road between Penobscot and Blue Hill in Maine. Even peeling paint can be fascinating!
Here is the watercolor I did from the Schoodic Peninsula looking out over Winter Harbor. What a wonderful afternoon I spent painting it!