Sunday, November 09, 2014
"One Fine Day" oil 9 x 12
While we were staying on Monhegan Island last summer, two of our friends visited with their Moms. The four of them stayed at the Island Inn, and we spent a morning painting up on Lighthouse Hill. I came away from our few hours together so grateful for connections, time together, and reminded that everyone's story is fascinating. We met on Lighthouse Hill on a blustery, gray morning, with mild temperatures. I met Mary and Ellen, my friends' moms.. both octogenarians, both artists who raised families, and who had interesting stories of from their pasts, including Ellen's working with Dean Cornwell for a time when he was rendering his murals (I believe in the New England Telephone building, though I need to check the locale with her.) A Ellen said, she was rendering the projected mural designs, and Cornwell was adamant that the drawing be done with a very specific type of straight line which he instructed her in and monitored closely. Fascinating.
I had a wonderful time on Lighthouse Hill that morning, discussing painting, jerry-rigging an arrangement for turps, and a makeshift palette, enjoying lunch and more conversation together. Time. When on Monhegan, there is time for conversation with new friends, with strangers, with old friends.. we make the time. It is precious time. It was "one fine day" among many fine days. I feel blessed for these connections and time together. As always, thank you for your thoughts.