I am a little afraid of martinis and that's why I don't drink them. A beautifully chilled glass filled to the brim with vodka. What so scary about that? I have friend who orders "dirty martinis" with three olives. I have had sip of this concoction and have subsequently asked if I could just have a glass of olive juice in that beautifully chilled glass. At that request, the wait staff will usually just walk away shaking their head. I end up with my usual glass of wine.
This is a commissioned painting for a friend of a friend in Northeast Harbor, Maine. He obviously does not share my fear of the martini.
I noticed the rim was a little "wonky", a word I learned in this EDM group, so I fixed that. The beauty of oils.
There is nothing more anticipated and enjoyed than summer's bounty of sweet Maine corn. You fight your way to the gigantic pile at the grocery store, manuver your cart as close as possible to pick the best ears and then the wild shucking goes on right there into a large bin. I like to make a raw corn salad. The raw thing freaks most people out so I just don't tell them it's not cooked...
It is sometimes hard for me to put into words how much I love this scruffy little dog, except when she is standing on the back of the couch barking at everything and nothing...
Still in shock from the vet bill, I did this very quick sketch, last night, standing in the kitchen while the cats recovered from being poked, prodded and stuck. Exhausted from the thermometer, eye ointment and ear cleaning, Bobo slept while Jazzy in her usual clandestine behavior did that cat "crouch" thing.
I am not much of a "journal keeper", tending to just sketch and paint and then write on the blog. Inspired by many of you who add words to your sketches and the book 1000 Artist Journal Pages I am going to give it a try. The above sketch was my first attempt in yet another found old empty sketch book. I hope to use this not so portable sketch book here at home until I leave on my next adventure.
My neighbors have an amazing flower garden. They are kind enough to let me cut whenever I would like. So seeing that they were off fishing, I wandered over and clipped to my hearts content. The gardens this time of year are starting to wane, but there were plenty of dahlias and black-eyed Susans.
Jazzy doing the "stretched out flat cat" move in the middle of the kitchen floor.
View of Richmond Island from Crescent Beach—6" X 6 " oil on canvas board using small pochade box.
Fog still hanging off Richmond Island—watercolor in small Moleskine
Fog beginning to lift and the skies are clearing—watercolor in square handbook
My house is for sale, so when it is being shown to potential buyers, Sophie and I have to make ourselves scarce for an hour or so. We leave the cats to show everyone around. Today, to kill time, we went around the corner to the beach. It was nice to sit on a bench, enjoy the sun and sea breeze and do some very quick sketches in watercolor and oil. I forgot paper towels so none of my brushes really got cleaned between colors—so, a bit muddy. People stopped to look over my shoulder, chat a bit and Sophie got lots of attention.
Moored for a night at Swans Island after a day cruising through a major lightening and thunder storm. Jerry was at the helm in full rain gear and still got wet.
The sun came out for a beautiful evening at Swans Island.
With the warm sun out, we were able to dry out our rain gear and the towels used to swab down the cockpit. Sitting on the deck sketching during one of our warm sunny evenings. Isleford is a working harbor filled with lobster boats. Lobsterman go out quite early in the morning, so there wasn't much sleeping in that morning as hundreds of lobster boats roared out of the harbor before dawn. By the time we got up there wasn't a boat around us.
Heading Down East to Mount Desert Island after a stormy start and a night at Swans Island. My first day of sailing was in a thunder and lightening storm... Dodging lobster buoys on our way to Isleford dock on Little Cranberry Island. Leaving Little Cranberry Island with the sails up heading to Frenchboro. The wind was from the northeast so I was wearing my parka...it's August! Looking back to Mount Desert Island.
Leaving beautiful Frenchboro on our way to Winter Harbor.
After a beautiful sunny day at Frenchboro we watched the sunset over Swans Island. We hiked along the most amazing coastline, collected smooth round rocks, had dinner on deck, saw stars and constellations that you can only see in such a remote location and watched the Bioluminescene in the water (which, I also found, you can see at night in the toilet when pumping/flushing).
On our way to Isle Au Haut we passed through Merchants Row with Mount Desert Island is in the background. Passing by Flake Island and Mark Island on our way from a night at Isle Au Haut. We took the dingy into to town to stock up at the general store. Sarah and I then hiked and bushwhacked our way across the island back to the boat. Found more rocks for my island rock collection.
We spent the night in Winter Harbor on Vinalhaven. A protected harbor where we rafted up with friends and had a wonderful meal with lots of "wine in a box". We awakened to a very rainy morning... Passing through the Fox Island Thorofare to stop in the town of North Haven. We all looked out at the skies and decided to stay on the boat instead of climbing into a wet dingy in the pouring rain. The hell with North Haven!
It's time to put the oil paints away and close up the studio for a week while we cruise the Penobscot Bay. This will be my first ever sailing experience. I am going with three others who were practically born on sailboats, so the teacher to student ratio is quite high. I am looking forward to some sketching, reading and my latest knitting project. Now if this fog would just lift...