Sometimes I find myself sitting on a rock. When I visited Rolling Acres farm in Jefferson on a lovely, blustery, fall afternoon this is one of the spots that I found myself drawn too. There has always been something about rocks (and big ones in particular) that conjures up for me a feeling of ancientness, perspective, wisdom, like a wonderfully kind and loving grandmother/grandfather spirit. Maybe it has something to do with the way they silently seem to negotiate between the stormy waters and the fiery, fertile earth. How-and-ever, I am always urged to climb and sit on them and when I do I find my mind is prone to wonder! Whether its looking out across the waters to that ever intangible horizon, or looking back across the distant fields where the long grasses are caressed by the blowing breeze, or looking into the shadowed forest and finding oneself unsure as to what lies in between what, sitting on a rock, in a quiet place, grounds me and clears the mind. Like freshly ground pigment and a newly gessoed canvas the scene was set for something new to be created!
These images show the progression of a painting that I just recently completed for an upcoming exhibition that will be taking place at the Maine Farmland Trust Gallery in Belfast in June/July of this year. The Theme of the show is "Paint a Farm".