Touring Penobscot and surrounding Islands
I rose early and took a peaceful and pleasurable walk with Sam, a delightful English Spaniel. Sam and I strolled down a dirt road, bordered with thick pines, towards the water. Wildlife of all sorts is abundant. We saw deer, turkeys, woodpeckers, geese and blue heron. I was on the lookout for the black bear and moose that are in the immediate area. Lisa told me that during the summer, while her son was pounding on something in the garage, he turned around and there was a moose, curious of the sounds he was creating. A black bear had also come from the woods and crossed the lawn on the water side.
I decided to cook dinner for Lisa and Fred, so I set out to Blue Hill, 8 miles away, to the grocery store. I was shopping for the ingredients to make crab cakes and ginger squash soup. On the way back, around the corner from the house, I spotted a gallery and stopped in. It was a fabulous find! http://www.larsonstudio.com/
David Larson just passed away this past spring. His wife, a very skilled weaver, continues to operate the studio and produce her own work. After I viewed the work, she brought me upstairs to show me their residence and his studio. They transformed a huge, old building that was once a working canning factory, into a living and gallery space. I am very inspired by Davids work. All of the imagery was from his imagination, depite the extreme detail of individualized figures. The element of imagination in the work is strong and has a dark, mysterious quality that is predominent. He seemed to be a master of the glazing process and influenced by the masters. Overall, though, his work exposes contemporary human issues and dilemmas.
Carole seemed to need some help with cleaning up and hanging some paintings, so I gave her a hand. She also shared a couple of events fro their life and a mini "shrine" she created, devoted to her husband. She became weepy during this time, but it did not stop her. David loved driftwood, so attendees to a huge party in his benefit (after his death), brought Carole unique pieces that she displayed with her favorite photos of him. I feel so very fortunate to have met her. I gave her a hug and my number in case she need any more help.
The rain was coming, so we decided to take a driving tour of Deer Isle. We meandered through the hilly countryside and lobster fishing villages. I was reminded that We went to the furthest point of Stonington, a charming working village. We also found a great access for Lisa to put in her kayak to explore Weir Island, one that needs a steward. We will come back Sunday or Monday to paddle here.
I rose early and took a peaceful and pleasurable walk with Sam, a delightful English Spaniel. Sam and I strolled down a dirt road, bordered with thick pines, towards the water. Wildlife of all sorts is abundant. We saw deer, turkeys, woodpeckers, geese and blue heron. I was on the lookout for the black bear and moose that are in the immediate area. Lisa told me that during the summer, while her son was pounding on something in the garage, he turned around and there was a moose, curious of the sounds he was creating. A black bear had also come from the woods and crossed the lawn on the water side.
I decided to cook dinner for Lisa and Fred, so I set out to Blue Hill, 8 miles away, to the grocery store. I was shopping for the ingredients to make crab cakes and ginger squash soup. On the way back, around the corner from the house, I spotted a gallery and stopped in. It was a fabulous find! http://www.larsonstudio.com/
David Larson just passed away this past spring. His wife, a very skilled weaver, continues to operate the studio and produce her own work. After I viewed the work, she brought me upstairs to show me their residence and his studio. They transformed a huge, old building that was once a working canning factory, into a living and gallery space. I am very inspired by Davids work. All of the imagery was from his imagination, depite the extreme detail of individualized figures. The element of imagination in the work is strong and has a dark, mysterious quality that is predominent. He seemed to be a master of the glazing process and influenced by the masters. Overall, though, his work exposes contemporary human issues and dilemmas.
Carole seemed to need some help with cleaning up and hanging some paintings, so I gave her a hand. She also shared a couple of events fro their life and a mini "shrine" she created, devoted to her husband. She became weepy during this time, but it did not stop her. David loved driftwood, so attendees to a huge party in his benefit (after his death), brought Carole unique pieces that she displayed with her favorite photos of him. I feel so very fortunate to have met her. I gave her a hug and my number in case she need any more help.
The rain was coming, so we decided to take a driving tour of Deer Isle. We meandered through the hilly countryside and lobster fishing villages. I was reminded that We went to the furthest point of Stonington, a charming working village. We also found a great access for Lisa to put in her kayak to explore Weir Island, one that needs a steward. We will come back Sunday or Monday to paddle here.
Another surprise was that we ran into Haystack Mountain School of Crafts. We toured the campus which was on a cliff overlooking the bay. The contemporary, but fitting structures sprawled over the rocky and treed landscape. The season has ended, although working artists are here for a week to explore new mediums and concepts. We all sensed a quiet, yet highly creative and productive aura here. I can imagine what it would be like to be a student during the teaching season! My colleagues NEED to come here!!
We returned just in time for me to prepare dinner. Thankfully, everything was tasty and satisfying.
Sadly, I received a message from the workshop coordinator in Rockland. Serge Hollenbeck, the elderly instructor, fell and will not be able to lead the workshop. I was so looking forward to meeting him and becoming a student of his wisdom. I will still stay in Rockland for a while during that week and paint as much as possible, as well as see the sights.
Sadly, I received a message from the workshop coordinator in Rockland. Serge Hollenbeck, the elderly instructor, fell and will not be able to lead the workshop. I was so looking forward to meeting him and becoming a student of his wisdom. I will still stay in Rockland for a while during that week and paint as much as possible, as well as see the sights.
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