Magic Moments: One morning in Maine

Well actually a week of drop dead beautiful mornings in Maine while tenting up in Acadia both on Mt Desert Island and on Schoodic Peninsula. i relished the solitude and the quiet. I guess I’m not much of an extrovert for i really enjoyed being by myself and alone with my dreams. Hmmm… the ocean and some loons were companion enough. The late evening light was beautiful. i only wish i had the fortitude to work hard enough to capture it. I promise myself I’ll keep trying-there are those who care and the  beauty of ocean and woods are calling. IMG_7881IMG_8729 (768x1024)IMG_8978 (1024x981).jpgIMG_8980 (1024x768).jpgIMG_8983 (1024x768).jpgIMG_8976 (1024x768).jpgIMG_8974 (1024x768)IMG_8963IMG_8967 (1024x768) (2)IMG_8968 (768x1024)IMG_8969 (1024x768)IMG_8970 (1024x768)IMG_8973 (768x1024)IMG_9063 (768x1024)IMG_9065 (1024x768).jpg

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Magic Moments-48 hours of island bliss

“Just jump in” Debi Riley said, and I did.

Tuesday afternoon-

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Sketches from the Edgartown wharf:IMG_4919 (768x1024)IMG_5107 (755x1024)

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followed by a porch concert at the Island Inn

and then in the evening a magically silly night in Oak bluffs: dining out a  la fresco, riding the flying horses (I got a ring every revolution but missed the prize), and eating ice-cream while watching the lights on the harbor. Maybe these images will emerge in later paintings. Sorry-No photos or paintings for now.

Wednesday morning-

Sketching in watercolor while perched on a rock IMG_5108 (1024x768).jpgamid the tide drift on Katama Bay:IMG_5109 (763x1024).jpg

and then from the steps of a wharf in the cool morning fog.

Later in the heat of the day viewing the work of so many artists island wide. I especially liked the work of Colin Ruel below:IMG_5000 (1024x768)

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Galleries, galleries, galleries -so much beautiful art work and so inspiring!

 

 

Then in the afternoon at South beach and the airport:IMG_5049 (1024x768).jpgSitting on the edge of the sand and finally unable to resist the giant waves I just had to get my feet wet-IMG_5044 (1024x768).jpgOops

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And still, I can do (sort-of) a little sketch of the house in Edgartown where I stayed.

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“At Seventy”

I’m fit and fine

And, liable-

To Craziness

-at any time

holly

Magic Moments-on Star island

Photos from my week on the isles of shoals off Portsmouth NH:

I have tried to include some of the buildings so you might get a sense of the island culture. I actually had a tendency to photograph seaweed and rocks and grasses. In fact I took very few photos as my flash card was nearly full when I arrived; I had only expected to shoot a few documentary shots. I had not intended to work with photography; my original goal for being on island was to paint. After my easel broke in mid stroke I decided to go with the flow and just enjoy the camaraderie of wonderful fellow conferees and the chance to learn in new areas of interest including singing and learning about my camera!

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Magic Moments-hidden in the waves

Today I finally attacked this studio with the vacuum cleaner-1st time since sometime last spring. Maybe I’m finding my feet again or just finding a large measure of resolve.

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I am working with more studies of waves and beginning to experiment with the palette knife. I also found this sort-of poem with in myself and choose to share it with you.

Lament

Fate is the hunter that fashions

A fiction we cannot escape.

Caught, forced to choose

We step blinded by blurring translations

Into an irrevocable present

Constructing our souls to an

Outward smile that drowns tears

Within

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Emerald green-defines the bay.

Mindset focuses on the way

We climb the path to a destiny,

Our imperfect present

Passing by the ocean empty

We leave our hearts

 To drown

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Holly Hall

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Magic Moments- flashing past

Ouch! Time is flying faster than my soul can travel.

I am going to post some old work tonight.

Here a poem:

 

The Internet

This is a dangerous place to be

 

Thoughts and ideas swirl, overwhelm.

Too much intellectual input without order

Raw emotion writes unfinished poetry

Hungry hearts beat out their lives in space

Entangled in the web of empty fulfillment

While the orb weaver sits gorged on lost souls

Hours devoured before the blue-green screen

Fingers stumble on the keys searching for connection

When all that is needed is the touch, the real touch

Of your hand warm against mine

 And a soft kiss to brush my hair.

 

Early morning hours drive me

 To the center of the web

                                                                                                                                                                -Holly Hall

And some paintings of the ocean though not of my current work:

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Note to self: use a straight edge to get the horizon level!

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Magic Moments-come with acceptance

Thank you Jane for your latest post. I was just about to post a little sketch inspired by the sunset and clearing weather we were given this evening. It is so lovely to just pick up a brush and let the colors go. this was done with a triad I am currently experimenting with:

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Prussian Blue-cool,staining,transparent, and grainy

Raw sienna-earth tone,semi opaque

Vermillion-warm,transparent

Each of these pigments has a complex personality and together they allow huge variation of effect. That is if one can get the mix right and control the water. I am struggling and would welcome comments from others. I am always interested in trying new pigment/triad combinations and would welcome suggestions and advice.

In another sunset scene over the ocean-

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i am still struggling with getting the colors i need in this painting using the above triad and have settled (I think ) on using Thalo blue in the rocks and ultramarine deep in warming the sky.  It was a very cold, bleak sunset so I may still stay  with the Prussian blue in sea and sky. Suggestions welcome???

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But whatever the outcome the best part is doing it and discovering that suddenly i can listen to “You are the New Day” by the Kings Singers again and smile.

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Magic Moments-at home

 

Inspiration for working from sketch to larger painting-

I have much to be grateful for; for still being able to walk, and sing, and paint, and most of all for caring family, and friends. I am so very grateful that a special friend introduced me to the practice of yoga; it continues to help in healing both body and spirit.

Today having missed rehearsal with the choir I went to yoga instead of singing in church.The movement and breathing of yoga was like listening again to the breathing of the ocean. It eased physical and mental pain and opened my heart to being at peace here within my own home far from the restorative sound of the ocean. May it do the same for you.

Here is the poem our yoga leader, Mary, closed with:

 

Prayer for Peace

 

May I be at peace.

May I have an open heart.

May I know the beauty

      of my true nature.

May I be healed.

May my life be a gift

     of peace in the world.

 

May the world be at peace.

May we all have an open heart.

May we all know the beauty

    of our true nature.

May we all be healed.

May we all serve as a gift

    of peace to each other.

 

Within each heart

     there is a place of peace.

May we each live from that place,

And thus we are healed into

     the heart of peace.

 

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Magic Moments-on Monhegan island

Island rhythm

Up before the sun and I made it up to Burnt Head comfortably in time to watch the sun rise. As the sun gained altitude the water caught fire and the headlands glowed. Grass and bushes ran like burnished gold up the cliffs which themselves took on a warm red brown. It was lovely. So I painted Burnt Head that way when I got back after breakfast. Then I stayed up on the cliffs sketching other painters painting and working on waves and water until tea time. The fragrance of wild grapes diverted me on the way down to the cottage for tea and ended in a little still life along with some fallen apples I picked up by the trail. Then a third trek up the hill at the end of the day gave me sunset over the harbor. All in all it was a lovely day sunrise to sunset.

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Magic Moments-not always

You would think I might learn that here on Monhegan trying to use the internet at peak times is an effort in futility. So now I will go out and paint. It is a clear, sunny, and quiet day today-perfect for getting sunburn and having glare in ones eyes from off the paper.

I am not sure what I am looking for today but probably water and rocks. We shall see.

Wish I had some company. Solitude is not all it’s cracked up to be.

Looked at reflections in the water and collected sea glass this morning. Zero motivation-no Muse anymore and nothing internal to motivate me save sheer stubbornness.

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So out of a whole day here are a few moments of sketching. Actually the good moments were when a little brown shore bird thought I was a rock and hopped onto my shoulder=

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and later above the cliffs when a black-back gull landed next to me to see what I was doing. I guess I faded into the scenery today.

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