Summer is also the season when hurricanes affect the coast, turning the water into thick foam. This view is from good old Bass Rocks, of course. Enjoy.
One more summer painting from Gloucester, this one from a small quarry deep in the woods behind a friend’s house. I’ve spent time here watching fish in the water (and trying to photograph them). One frog spent nearly a whole day watching me sketch and photograph reflections in the water and the granite walls. It’s a beautiful place in the heart of of Cape Ann, full of history, blueberries, and wonderful memories.
Back to Gloucester for a study from one of the many quarries – and the 6th painting in my mini-series Last Days of Summer. The still water is a wonderful foil for the rising granite walls. Some of the quarries ae incredibly deep, others are small and intimate. The small ones were usually worked by one man or family, and can be found deep in the woods. Much of the granite from Gloucester was shipped to Boston to become elegant edifices. Some became curbstone and paving stones. I love granite – durable and humble.
The third painting in my series Last Days of Summer – or places you want visit one more time. This is a view along the lower trail at Purgatory Chasm, a local state park situated on a geological fault line in Central Massachusetts. One trail forms a loop around the top, with views down into the chasm. Or, you can take the trail that descends into the chasm – not particularly accessible once ice and snow season begins. Enjoy.
Side trips to Purgatory Chasm are a prerequisite for many summer days – the rock walls are just so wonderful to paint. This view, from across the chasm, shows the beginnings of fall color. What’s not to love?
We’re beginning to see hints of autumn – cooler nights, longer shadows and a different feel to the greens (and yes, a little bit of ochre is entering the scene!). I love late summer and autumn, so I’m celebrating the season with a series of small oils from favorite places. Enjoy!
I used to think
I used to think paintings were
Just facts and descriptions
Of passing clouds, granite,
The sea, etc
And whether to include gulls
or how many.
But now I see these worlds
Are all abstractions, bits of liquid
Color and equivalents precisely
Mixed and laid down,
Left on their own
To assemble, dissemble,
Or rearrange as needed.
Some paintings have long
And confusing lives.
Gray skies, breakers, and sienna-colored ledge – this must be Gloucester! It’s mesmerizing to watch water find it’s path along the cracks and hollows. The route is always the same and always different. Enjoy.