August 26, 2010
This is one of the most beautiful marshes, ever. Sorry, I haven't seen that many marshes, but I'm just sure. It can be violet and scarlet at sunset, blanketed in fog in the morning or reflecting the blue Maine sky with the mountains of the quiet side of Mt. Desert Island in the background. It takes a well-applied coating of bug spray to stand in this marsh and paint, but I'm a pretty fast painter and I know I'm done when the mosquitos have figured out there's a human around.
It's hard for me to express in words just how much I love the house that we rent in Maine. Thank goodness I have paint to say it for me. I have painted the house every year, at least once, for the past 12 years from every angle. The watercolor is one I painted probably 12 years ago when we first rented the house. This year, I worked on my view of the rugosa roses on the beach, looking up at the house. The rugosa rose painting is going to hang in the Foundry Gallery next month, for sale (1318 18th St., NW, Washington, DC), if you want to see it close up and personal. For the house itself, you'll have to go to Maine.