MichelleDocksm

March 13, 2012

MichelleDocksm

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Michelle in progress

March 13, 2012

Michelle in progress

Me in my studion painting Michelle painting me in her cabin 0n Belgrade Lakes, Maine, summer 2011.

Same Dream, two versions in paint

December 12, 2009

Isadora on Ice (oil on board)

Isodora on Ice for Prime Time

Two paintings based upon an entry in a 15 plus year old dream journal.  Most of you know the theme:  You’ve got to be on stage.  You haven’t rehearsed.  You don’t even know the play.  And, you’re naked.  Oh my God!  What will they think.  Munch screamers, the whole bunch.  First painting from the heart.  Second painting Isadora’s dressed for the party at the Camden Public Library.   The first, Isadora on Ice, was part of a show at the Thomaston Public Library, where she only was shown at an adult lecture/power point presentation.  Oh my, if we only knew what our kids and grandkids were looking at on their own!

Cosmic Canoe

December 4, 2009

Cosmic Canoe         watercolor on paper 32 x 22 inches              Albie Davis

Mike Seeger

December 3, 2009

Mike Seeger –          Old Time Music

This painting was a rapid labor of love when I heard that Mike Seeger, leader of The New Lost City Ramblers, died on August 7, 2009.  I felt  so fortunate to have met him when he stayed at the home of Hal and Barbara Richard who arranged his first concert in Sacramento in the early 1960s.  He was so versatile, playing the autoharp, banjo, fiddle, dulcimer, guitar, mouth harp, mandolin and dobro.  His joy of the music he loved was contagious.  And he had a sly sense of humor, teasing me, after he gave me my first lesson on a mandolin, “Look, one lesson and she’s already improvising!”  (Translation:  I didn’t quite get it!)  Mike was Pete Seeger’s half brother.


December 3, 2009

Under the Spell of the Yellow House, oil on canvas

If I look like a deer in the headlights, imagine how you’d feel after spending 9 weeks with Vincent Van Gogh and Paul Gauguin in Vin’s Yellow House in Arles.  I joined their fights, took sides, changed my mind, wanted an allowance from Theo, found Gauguin a boor, Van Gogh a wimp, liked Van Gogh’s art the best at the beginning of my visit and Gauguin’s at the end.  All this involvement from reading Martin Gayford’s The Yellow House: Van Gogh, Gauguin, and Nine Turbulent Weeks in Arles.