Painting a place is a way to spend lots of time there, and a wonderful way to see and savor every last detail for days on end. At Low Tide, a view from Campobello Island with Grand Manon in the distance, is one of my favorite places. I am fascinated by the complex geography and the vast distances exposed at low tide. In this painting, the view is from a (very) slowly disintegrating finger of ancient granite looking toward the acres of exposed seaweed. The bright, gold lichens covering much of the surface of the granite are a familiar feature on the northern coast.
The spirit of Winslow Homer spoke to me through this painting.
If Winslow Homer could be my muse, I’d be thrilled. I know I’d like to visit Prout’s Neck and share his geography.