Prints

Looking for strong, spiky blue in the garden, my mother and I tried delphiniums a number of times over the years, always without success. Lupines, with a little bit of coaching, though, can readily fill that bill. There is, in fact, nothing quite so breathtaking as seeing a field full of wild lupines - a sea of blue that declares "it is June in Maine and summer is on the rise."  It's a scene that never ceases to excite me and bring a smile to my soul.

There is nothing quite so appealing as the ubiquitous orange day lilies that grow wild everywhere you look in Maine in July. They definitely deserved a formal portrait.

This image is based somewhat on reality, though it is, as the title denotes, born of the “madness” that March engenders in Maine.  It is a dreamy anticipation of a scene to come in the summer when the daylilies fill the landscape, nicely contrasted against birch whiteness, and the sea invites voyages on sunny days.

Watching the evolution of this nest of hatching birds is an adventure indeed. Fortunately, I was able one year to log progress via a number of photos. The open mouths hoping for sustenance were a stage I managed to catch one day. Presumably some food came at some point, but I did not see it arrive.

All prints in this edition have been sold

The adirondack chairs at the Trailing Yew provide a perfect perch from which to think and dream. Listening to the foghorn at night, gazing at the sea by day, being a vacationer on Monhegan transports you into a dream-like existence, one which I can readily bring to mind by looking at this picture.

This scene was drawn in a neighbor’s garden. Her name, too, is Nancy. The insertion of a bee skep I had made and the hollyhocks from my own garden into the scene began to make it my garden as well.

The rocks, the hills, the cows; the quintessential New England meadow. I drove past this particular one over and over again until I finally took the time one day to preserve it for posterity.

I read somewhere that paper whites bring luck in the new year. Whether or not this is true, they certainly bring a smile to an often challenging season. Planted just after Christmas, they can make mid-January another gift as one follows the daily progress of those bulbs sitting on the window sill.  The fragrance when they finally open is an added reward.

My garden is replete with lilies that fill the air with a sweet scent on August evenings.  Uncharacteristically, I planted them at strategic locations so one walks from one fragrant spot to another on my garden pathways.  This one usually grows to be about five feet tall, an impressive effort indeed.  I like to think of her as having a special mystique, as she is certainly worthy of a place in any White Flower Farm catalog. Her kind has also been in art throughout history. So, it seemed a portrait was in order, hence the “Lady”.