tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188473690476265672024-03-15T05:56:36.538-07:00Gregory Dunham Fine ArtGregory Dunhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12040339851210987036noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218847369047626567.post-26139674561915547612024-03-14T14:03:00.000-07:002024-03-15T03:44:20.811-07:00Influences and Inspiration Part 2: Stow Wengenroth<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Stow Wengenroth (1906-1977)</b></span></div><br /><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">Many people have asked me, “What brought you to Maine?”. </p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">I begin explaining by mentioning my friend and mentor Stow Wengenroth.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjQTE6MYmTbs1YZVfuzsLhNSCfv1EvdYh6lqjFDs5_7WvEElBzuzlziZNmVzuVii6GlVsX1n4R1gJZWFBWSLb1m0DJImzlCorVVmTy4C8nPsDc-0H322TGWYA-sid12wPBfm-G2yYWoKvMdu4n6CLj62M7qF3BucCjSLhv7nkaoJeNCBOm8lT1LolIMFbo" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="433" data-original-width="450" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjQTE6MYmTbs1YZVfuzsLhNSCfv1EvdYh6lqjFDs5_7WvEElBzuzlziZNmVzuVii6GlVsX1n4R1gJZWFBWSLb1m0DJImzlCorVVmTy4C8nPsDc-0H322TGWYA-sid12wPBfm-G2yYWoKvMdu4n6CLj62M7qF3BucCjSLhv7nkaoJeNCBOm8lT1LolIMFbo" width="249" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br />Here he is in a photo from 1937 working on his lithograph, titled “Maine”. Stuckey #67, 1937, Boothbay Harbor, ME. The dry brush study he used for the litho can be seen propped against the wall. The lithograph itself was printed in an edition of 75 and is 10-5/8x15-5/16 inches. The finished lithograph is pictured below.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiHleFW24xUHHauOo1T17Bz0VQPXc0EHzzwnwmaV4GcnaooX6SUqcisVD5aKcYZZ5RbMOOXelTZNYsW58z9ri3e5vpLb9yfy2QyGaBBR5xiOYjjcWHsKeYCCx8lm0wYfuf8Ik4_L77GwaXJiigGOXrPBhmjYkvKOHqBAJ1q_ve-sH0lWfJRGQlJqHsMONU" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="208" data-original-width="288" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiHleFW24xUHHauOo1T17Bz0VQPXc0EHzzwnwmaV4GcnaooX6SUqcisVD5aKcYZZ5RbMOOXelTZNYsW58z9ri3e5vpLb9yfy2QyGaBBR5xiOYjjcWHsKeYCCx8lm0wYfuf8Ik4_L77GwaXJiigGOXrPBhmjYkvKOHqBAJ1q_ve-sH0lWfJRGQlJqHsMONU" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">I enjoyed going out for breakfast when I lived in Rockport back in the 60’s & 70’s and my favorite place for breakfast was the Galley, run by Mike Parillo. Its re-opening every spring was a greatly anticipated event for me. Delicious food cooked to perfection, and if he wasn’t too busy, good conversation was a bonus. I would be at his door at opening time, 8am, nearly every day. As summer approached an older gentleman would begin to arrive and both of us being naturally quiet would merely acknowledge each other’s presence with a nod.</p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">One morning, Mike was talking to him and had him sign a book. After the gentleman left, I was curious and asked Mike who he was. “Stow Wengenroth” and he brought me the book to look through. It was <span style="text-decoration: underline;">Stow Wengenroth’s New England</span>. I was completely taken with his work and immediately bought a copy at the bookstore. The very next morning, I introduced myself to him and invited him back to my studio to see my drawings. He was very encouraging and over time we became friends. We met for breakfast most mornings while he was staying in Rockport and talked about art. He and his work became the single biggest influence on my own work and I owed him more than could ever be repaid for his encouragement and friendship. Nearly a decade after his death, We named our son after him.</p><div><br /></div><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Stow lived in Greenport, Long Island, NY during the winter, and traveled to Rockport and Maine for his summers. He spent many of his earlier years traveling by rail along the Maine coast, first in Eastport around 1932 and then to many of the other beautiful towns that have proven to be an inspiration to so many artists. One of the first trips my wife Pat and I took together was what I called a pilgrimage to the places that Stow had worked in. We started by driving straight from Gloucester to Eastport and then worked our way down the coast visiting as many of the towns as we could fit in our schedule. One of the towns was Castine, where we now live. <span style="text-align: center;">Pictured below are three lithographs he produced from his stays in Castine. </span></p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="text-align: center;">An interesting side story is, after we moved to Castine we started attending the Castine Unitarian Church. As I sat in the pew and looked at the chandelier and surroundings, I suddenly felt I had been transported into a Wengenroth lithograph.</span></p><div><span style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgPQnxqo2HZ-EGJm-ZD5PU6MvyNGReGqHegOnD7-9sPFf4uCc7ommVJzRdVzZ20TLWyO12nEWjxIJU-h_nFWUqoFrLcZHlYkjB86iSEl4t9nHb596wcUqbniKf3D8kjM2e1dOBPKVSJzKMmR1hGo9CnQar5PtWff9xt5RlV7GV0itLy1mltZZfKV8dSw5g" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="432" height="323" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgPQnxqo2HZ-EGJm-ZD5PU6MvyNGReGqHegOnD7-9sPFf4uCc7ommVJzRdVzZ20TLWyO12nEWjxIJU-h_nFWUqoFrLcZHlYkjB86iSEl4t9nHb596wcUqbniKf3D8kjM2e1dOBPKVSJzKMmR1hGo9CnQar5PtWff9xt5RlV7GV0itLy1mltZZfKV8dSw5g=w560-h323" width="560" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b style="font-family: Helvetica;">Meeting House”, </b><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Castine, Maine, 19.25 x 16-11/16 inches, edition of 40</span></span></div><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgTKCrWpvVmHs07E207C0I_SWUZIcKUzItaV6F8clE3AEhBD1jiUyCfrhJo2B8JEN3uZF3QbVK8glJLkZ0IMoe3KyF_l51Q84Acx6ohKsDtva7CsjUbhRDvw3rjaAvPTJIkU9XJ4BGMgEL02C_uktBi-xnYFjTXh6kr29KYx0p9ZiNcSMTLBOfM_y0B2BQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="392" data-original-width="600" height="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgTKCrWpvVmHs07E207C0I_SWUZIcKUzItaV6F8clE3AEhBD1jiUyCfrhJo2B8JEN3uZF3QbVK8glJLkZ0IMoe3KyF_l51Q84Acx6ohKsDtva7CsjUbhRDvw3rjaAvPTJIkU9XJ4BGMgEL02C_uktBi-xnYFjTXh6kr29KYx0p9ZiNcSMTLBOfM_y0B2BQ=w554-h362" width="554" /></a></div></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b style="font-family: Helvetica;">“Fog”, </b><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Castine, Maine, 1942, 8-3/16x15-1/4 inches, edition of 20</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEit8TaWGIhCbOlTwkEX0V17F4ST-3AwRDfUcWkApQtjGXV73og6qmRyuvt8e9PPqSpuAuL3H8OAeO8L9eICTdywb8sKIDTTNR3078ZYcgM35QJ6IoHzxH_8yx95ZqOYlwVda0WzHcQ7SMtTTzhyKsEOIdr2zMMjRmgK0X1YhHLwDP2y4vofToumvSa4YFE" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="602" data-original-width="1125" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEit8TaWGIhCbOlTwkEX0V17F4ST-3AwRDfUcWkApQtjGXV73og6qmRyuvt8e9PPqSpuAuL3H8OAeO8L9eICTdywb8sKIDTTNR3078ZYcgM35QJ6IoHzxH_8yx95ZqOYlwVda0WzHcQ7SMtTTzhyKsEOIdr2zMMjRmgK0X1YhHLwDP2y4vofToumvSa4YFE=w540-h290" width="540" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b style="font-family: Helvetica;">“New England Village”, </b><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Castine, Maine, 1940, 7-3/8x13-3/4, edition of 214</span></span></div><p></p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">Below is a lithograph of a steam train crossing a marsh in Wiscasset.</p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></p><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh5xstEB-I983fQIm4Br1UPQlRfu5AfapsQnpB2cD3ubEto2uB1fDKoH3bm-JcJYSXayBzPtMT0I3dSFef0hW4FYc7b-hRSzyoHx8xk711FEbO3V6QR1S_gVJt-Hw9V_YUt3NkvWa4IxfljVVDC9VNMDeB-3T3-1ctmSXCIW5V3kUX12b8kybvRRlGjl8w" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="387" data-original-width="576" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh5xstEB-I983fQIm4Br1UPQlRfu5AfapsQnpB2cD3ubEto2uB1fDKoH3bm-JcJYSXayBzPtMT0I3dSFef0hW4FYc7b-hRSzyoHx8xk711FEbO3V6QR1S_gVJt-Hw9V_YUt3NkvWa4IxfljVVDC9VNMDeB-3T3-1ctmSXCIW5V3kUX12b8kybvRRlGjl8w=w547-h366" width="547" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b style="font-family: Helvetica;">“Evening Train”, </b><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Wiscasset, Maine, 1948, 10x15-1/4 inches, edition 50</span><br style="text-align: left;" /></span></div></div><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">The following was written by Carl Little for an article in Maine Boats Homes & Harbors.</p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">“Gregory Dunham traces his passion for the working waterfront to the 1950’s when as a child his family drove through the back streets of Gloucester on the way to a vacation cottage at Long Beach. The colors, smells and sounds of the bustling harbor captivated him and set him on a course toward shoreline painting. A friend and mentor, master printmaker Stow Wengenroth, encouraged Dunham to explore the coast of Maine. After extended expeditions that included visits to Eastport, Lubec and Corea, he and his wife settled in Castine in 1987. Since then the painter has trained his eye primarily on waterfront subjects. In meticulous, light-filled watercolors, he renders the details of this world, be it propellor perched on sawhorses or skiffs pulled up on the beach at Monhegan.”</p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Until Stow’s death in 1977, I concentrated mostly on graphite drawings and only began lithography myself in 1979. This letter was sent to me about an exhibition of my drawings at the Rockport Art Association. The Harriet he mentions was Harriet Matson, then curator of the RAA and later his wife.</p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjrMZVjZhp04uB4mq2PRSTCzI13oI3B5vv2iw3-qLMkmK1fUM-DxUHKfG4DD9-p8HShQy0TRmW5c19dsdN5jhDN7D2L3lkRvi4KNSzUjSiFU8bCiFA2Sg7iQxtbMHoZsId8zhGOp3wZrPd3lkoBmufCMxm9kdrDhuq9sJ_qApMtswu3BLpKUJeh-903W2k" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="418" height="535" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjrMZVjZhp04uB4mq2PRSTCzI13oI3B5vv2iw3-qLMkmK1fUM-DxUHKfG4DD9-p8HShQy0TRmW5c19dsdN5jhDN7D2L3lkRvi4KNSzUjSiFU8bCiFA2Sg7iQxtbMHoZsId8zhGOp3wZrPd3lkoBmufCMxm9kdrDhuq9sJ_qApMtswu3BLpKUJeh-903W2k=w372-h535" width="372" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Here are two examples of my own lithographs:</div><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh-ePYjpgd0IbDLVHIsym3B7edrbq8XDoH1CmWKPb9T9ZWHw2Ni5jhDLtA-0tKf2G1D03CAvqOJzOiAYMsrKSZH-nB51-WkNFiKMHL-HD67UH0JmVUUWyQn5XrBh1Md2T9RpDD6YpE63tJ_CmAjI_h-596i_e36Rgek3MAWCzJOVp7jfJLqS5Cf2e1XSIY" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="569" data-original-width="432" height="521" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh-ePYjpgd0IbDLVHIsym3B7edrbq8XDoH1CmWKPb9T9ZWHw2Ni5jhDLtA-0tKf2G1D03CAvqOJzOiAYMsrKSZH-nB51-WkNFiKMHL-HD67UH0JmVUUWyQn5XrBh1Md2T9RpDD6YpE63tJ_CmAjI_h-596i_e36Rgek3MAWCzJOVp7jfJLqS5Cf2e1XSIY=w368-h521" width="368" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b style="font-family: Helvetica;">"Propellers"</b><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">, edition of 50, 1988</span></span></div><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">In the collections of The Museum of Fine Arts, Boston and Zimmerli Museum, Rutgers University</span></p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhLbKAHdbrsi5aefoy1mBNX4dC6kfPEhmWKf93QoJdr5vOINJJohQAk6i8C0NQ7HAE0RAg1y0rHtHA-VoSjzK56YGwGDexHjBQjFPrfAnTqajk-28JSy1DcTnRSmSFWsuiWotfARfacyMAlg6ttAvcr59OyoQ8KQGseanKwNjQbqmJWN6J1QPO0SbARSHU" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="554" data-original-width="720" height="431" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhLbKAHdbrsi5aefoy1mBNX4dC6kfPEhmWKf93QoJdr5vOINJJohQAk6i8C0NQ7HAE0RAg1y0rHtHA-VoSjzK56YGwGDexHjBQjFPrfAnTqajk-28JSy1DcTnRSmSFWsuiWotfARfacyMAlg6ttAvcr59OyoQ8KQGseanKwNjQbqmJWN6J1QPO0SbARSHU=w560-h431" width="560" /></a></div><p></p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>"Quiet Cove</b>", Prince Cove, Eastport, ME</span></p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">In the Collection of The Tides Institute and Museum of Art, Eastport, ME</span></p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">This #11 Brush had belonged to Stow and came to me via Tom Nicholas, who had acquired many of Stow’s tools after his death. It sits next to me on my taboret, but has remained unused, since it came into my possession.</p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh47MWmaNnotk-CJxjecT61UF99AgeDC1XGOEsuLkqQeLUcYpYyIoR3xt_UTjPn1I7qpmxb6BFeiHglBuvQYyms0IOHRtBk_jraXOY2pH0Im6mDuRw_fLfYubLTPlaqIIqeUPN3pJt1ADQnVpG8qMWe_RUGN62-vaPZ2_9_9vmZrYjQ473KHu-3oxZ4XlA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="157" data-original-width="576" height="161" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh47MWmaNnotk-CJxjecT61UF99AgeDC1XGOEsuLkqQeLUcYpYyIoR3xt_UTjPn1I7qpmxb6BFeiHglBuvQYyms0IOHRtBk_jraXOY2pH0Im6mDuRw_fLfYubLTPlaqIIqeUPN3pJt1ADQnVpG8qMWe_RUGN62-vaPZ2_9_9vmZrYjQ473KHu-3oxZ4XlA=w587-h161" width="587" /></a></div><p></p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">If you would like to learn more about Stow Wengenroth and his work, you can find the two definitive books by Ronald and Joan Stuckey , <span style="text-decoration: underline;">The Lithographs of Stow Wengenroth, 1931-1972</span> Boston Public Library in co-operation with Barre Publishers, 1974 and <span style="text-decoration: underline;">Stow Wengenroth’s Lithographs: A Supplement</span>, Black Oak Publishers,1982. Also, you might be able to find a copy of the aforementioned <span style="text-decoration: underline;">Stow Wengenroth’s New England</span>, by David McCord, Barre Publishers, 1969. There is a more extensive bibliography that you can probably find online. </p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Pictured below is Stow’s book “<b><i>Making a Lithograph</i></b><i>”, published in1936, </i>The Studio Limited, London and The Studio Publications Inc., New York, NY</p><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhTI-Zmc8yWO2XjkzJQ94063g0bi0WshwYTy7zZFTp8WVDcpJAzkAN17IoPT90HsFHkoq5BRui4gyD7fX3wni8_JgHJQJs3n_xZfVtweN0mcGKvGfHrGQokOq9HDJBkhwB5NDI8unAlHHA3I-ItSSI2sjfABU__b_95obT0alzaZ5Td1qwpqH66FTQZaX0" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="281" height="406" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhTI-Zmc8yWO2XjkzJQ94063g0bi0WshwYTy7zZFTp8WVDcpJAzkAN17IoPT90HsFHkoq5BRui4gyD7fX3wni8_JgHJQJs3n_xZfVtweN0mcGKvGfHrGQokOq9HDJBkhwB5NDI8unAlHHA3I-ItSSI2sjfABU__b_95obT0alzaZ5Td1qwpqH66FTQZaX0=w316-h406" width="316" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div>Gregory Dunhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12040339851210987036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218847369047626567.post-73714139986443473352024-03-12T17:58:00.000-07:002024-03-12T17:58:58.174-07:00<p> <span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(5, 5, 5); color: #050505; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Be sure to check out this beautiful new book, "<b>Art of Penobscot Bay</b></span>", by Carl Little and David Little, (Islandport Press). I'm thrilled to have two of my Castine watercolors featured side by side on pages 96 and 97. Thank you Carl and David for another wonderful book of Maine art past and present.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZ1iCXlUIW3OQ1bE3MVvU4Jixd7FSu0D6upCoB1U2aGmWLrQbFDnswAAgSu2uekYbYhvWZ3bwXN-WUSNYUJxWTh6tk_dv0Kdg96jml7KWKuT4okrcQa4gJyybIxDdQAcV-XYY5TWy8FqAEswRCnEtkxwYErLUu6CTwwUHP1ARYD-6tCxZmQWhfvSmBupM" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="658" data-original-width="960" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZ1iCXlUIW3OQ1bE3MVvU4Jixd7FSu0D6upCoB1U2aGmWLrQbFDnswAAgSu2uekYbYhvWZ3bwXN-WUSNYUJxWTh6tk_dv0Kdg96jml7KWKuT4okrcQa4gJyybIxDdQAcV-XYY5TWy8FqAEswRCnEtkxwYErLUu6CTwwUHP1ARYD-6tCxZmQWhfvSmBupM" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZeq3fAgVB69WEgfWrt2kYecH2XA0eYOD77YiHPps3sn8mOs0-z5hoaM6QinH__SSf_aquBePbhqAF057oL7YiJdsFw_FdWpaw5CWUUkdrZUb288Totq71ELzFhIRctdR7P5Gc4_LYRhO8DWoM6xMPbYowEFEZsRAmq0iVEIkOanZkuWM-1toFVQjsi4E" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="850" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZeq3fAgVB69WEgfWrt2kYecH2XA0eYOD77YiHPps3sn8mOs0-z5hoaM6QinH__SSf_aquBePbhqAF057oL7YiJdsFw_FdWpaw5CWUUkdrZUb288Totq71ELzFhIRctdR7P5Gc4_LYRhO8DWoM6xMPbYowEFEZsRAmq0iVEIkOanZkuWM-1toFVQjsi4E" width="213" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><p></p><p></p>Gregory Dunhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12040339851210987036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218847369047626567.post-30988175372681674342021-08-03T19:15:00.004-07:002021-08-04T12:08:50.370-07:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Eastport Wharf, Fog Over the Water", 7.5x11.25 inch watercolor on Arches paper</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilBJusZuDa0nDAm9v2ST0Vko-uT5D5BupuOaQjR0KoFPWnHkkCY_l9K0MlZbFang5P4bJyQ4Yofrzmxq1F0fUgOWh-XVWgduAIuWrkpHDoyr0zBUmpG2eL2UP-b87i9pqZ3IHnkBXz6Tk/s612/Eastport_1-21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="404" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilBJusZuDa0nDAm9v2ST0Vko-uT5D5BupuOaQjR0KoFPWnHkkCY_l9K0MlZbFang5P4bJyQ4Yofrzmxq1F0fUgOWh-XVWgduAIuWrkpHDoyr0zBUmpG2eL2UP-b87i9pqZ3IHnkBXz6Tk/s320/Eastport_1-21.jpg" width="211" /></a></div><p> This is my latest watercolor, just completed today. The scene is from a photograph of an old wharf in Eastport, ME, that I took in 1980 on our first visit to the area. Pat and I revisited Eastport two weeks ago and sadly, this wharf is no longer in existence. I took several photos of it from different angles back in 1980 and I think all of them will become paintings this year. This painting is headed for Full Fathom Five Gallery on Water St. in Eastport, along with several other recent paintings. If you're up that way stop in to see them and the work of the other fine artists and photographers they represent.</p>Gregory Dunhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12040339851210987036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218847369047626567.post-46914783809254366982021-01-14T11:52:00.001-08:002021-01-14T11:52:25.642-08:00<p> </p><p>An article on Wyeth from 2017 in The New Criterion</p><p><a href="https://newcriterion.com/issues/2017/12/andrew-wyeth-forever">Andrew Wyeth Forever </a><br /></p>Gregory Dunhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12040339851210987036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218847369047626567.post-11351335845775231952021-01-13T07:49:00.000-08:002021-01-13T07:49:25.099-08:00<p> This is a link to an interesting article about Andrew Wyeth and the changing attitudes of his place in American art history. <a href="https://theconversation.com/andrew-wyeth-and-the-artists-fragile-reputation-79804" target="_blank">Andrew Wyeth and the artist’s fragile reputation</a></p><p><br /></p>Gregory Dunhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12040339851210987036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218847369047626567.post-86209252733879148602013-07-12T14:09:00.000-07:002013-07-12T17:51:46.519-07:00Monhegan Island, 1976<br />
<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Monhegan Island sits about ten miles from the mainland off Mid-Coast Maine and has attracted artists to its rugged and rustic charm since the late 19th Century. Among them, Henri, Bellows, Bogdonov, Hudson, Hopper, Kent, the Wyeths and Wengenroth to name just a few. Its attraction for artists seems to grow stronger by the year, as it somehow etches itself into our life’s blood and creative spirit.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; letter-spacing: 0px;">I first visited Monhegan in May of 1976 with a group of artists from the Rockport Art Association. We decided to make the trip during the last week of what is called the “off Season”. We made reservations at the Trailing Yew for the week and met up in Port Clyde, where we spent the night to catch the “Laura B”, a mail boat/ferry, to Monhegan early the next morning. Perfect weather for the end of May and calm waters made the trip pleasant and uneventful. We spent our time chatting amongst ourselves and watching for signs of the island.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; letter-spacing: 0px;">As you approach the island, the first landmark you can pick out is the lighthouse, sitting atop Lighthouse Hill. Its focal height is 178 feet.</span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">It’s not your typical white lighthouse, but an unadorned, rough hewn gray granite. It lends it a rustic substantiality and was our first clue that there are no frills here. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">As the boat ties up at the dock you notice two things. The first thing you notice is</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">, that this place really is different. You get the sense that you’ve stepped back in time. </span>The other thing you notice is <span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">that many people have come down to the dock to see what the mail boat has brought to the island. Aside from us and the mail, it is the lifeline to the mainland bringing food, news and other supplies, which is still the case today. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Waiting on the dock was a jeep, a battered old pickup, a horse and a couple of hand carts. </span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; letter-spacing: 0px;">These were there to help move supplies up the dirt road that led from the dock to the village. Some of the older members of our party availed themselves of the transportation and the rest of us gathered our gear and started up the hill and down the main road to the Trailing Yew at the opposite end of the village. More surprises were to come.</span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">There was a quiet on Monhegan that I can’t quite put into words. You would have to experience it to understand. There are the natural sounds of course, the air, the rustling leaves, the surf all have their sounds, but those are the natural sounds- the “Sounds of Silence”. Then there were the man made sounds of fishing boats, even the electric generators were apparent, but they all seemed more hushed, more respectful of your thoughts than on the mainland.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; letter-spacing: 0px;">In 1976, the island as a whole was not yet on the electric grid. Except for the generators, the island had no power. The Trailing Yew was no exception. There was power generated for the kitchen and dining room in the main house, but out in the bunkhouse called </span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sea Gull Cottage (actually an old captains house) where I stayed, the rooms were then and are still lit by kerosene lamps.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">If memory serves me right, the total cost for the 5 days at the Trailing Yew was $90.00 and included breakfast, a sit down or box lunch and a dinner served family style. Today, it’s $140.00 per night including breakfast and dinner, taxes and gratuities, making it still very reasonable.</span></span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Aside from the group of artists I was with, there were maybe, four other visitors on the island that I was aware of. Being “off season” the Trailing Yew was the only place serving dinner, so even people staying at the Monhegan House ended up there for meals. The Island Inn had not yet opened for the season. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; letter-spacing: 0px;">Our plan was that everyday </span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; letter-spacing: 0px;">we would paint or draw what attracted us and then after dinner we would have a group discussion and critique of each others work, which was fun and instructive. At this time all my work was done in graphite, I didn’t start working in watercolor until later that year. </span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; letter-spacing: 0px;">I carried my sketch book and camera with me and just wanted to wander around soaking up as much of the atmosphere as I could. </span><br />
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">What I found was, </span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: left;"> in fact, there are two Monhegans. </span><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">The back side of the island could not be more different from the harbor side. Wild rocky headlands plunging to the crashing surf below buttressing</span></div>
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<br />Gregory Dunhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12040339851210987036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218847369047626567.post-64594157353266450182013-01-29T07:26:00.000-08:002013-01-29T07:26:39.592-08:00The Beauty of Rust and Decay on the BML RailroadWhen I first moved to Maine in 1987, Belfast had an operating railroad. The Belfast and Moosehead Lake Railroad shared the waterfront with a small boatyard and several other small businesses. It had an engine house and a turntable, part of which is visible in the following image.<br />
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There was a cannery and a coal company, but by the time I got there the large chicken processing businesses that had dominated Belfast had already ceased operation. I used to love wandering around the waterfront and train yard looking for interesting shots and maybe future paintings. The following shot was taken in 1989. Notice the painted white X with the curved line or drip.</div>
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The BML, eventually ceased freight operations and for many years ran scenic tourist rides. Recently, Pat told me, what was left of the railroad and equipment was for sale, so I decided to go take some photos of what remained. What had been the dominant feature of the waterfront has been supplanted by a huge boatyard and yacht storage facility, but the remaining equipment is stored out at the station on Head of the Tide Rd. I found a wealth of decaying and neglected equipment and I took many shots. The following image is one, shot in 2013, just last week. Notice the curving white line near the left edge?</div>
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When I saw that white line in the recent photo, it struck a chord and I searched through my old slides and found the image of the red door above that had been taken in 1989. I enlarged the area in question </div>
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and sure enough...it is the very same image taken 24 years apart. The ravages of time and whether have created a beautiful image of rust and decay. I'll leave it to you to decide if the rust and peeling paint is an improvement or not, but combined as a side by side diptych, I think it makes a beautiful image.</div>
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When I saw the morning fog from my bedroom window, I had a feeling it could be a good day. I dressed, grabbed my camera and headed out to Castine's Wadsworth Cove, popularly known as "the back shore". My feeling proved correct. The light and the fog were beautiful and I knew there was a potential for a "fog bow". A fog bow is a phenomenon that I first experienced last year in the very same spot.<br />
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What is a fog bow and what causes it? Here's a brief explanation from Wikipedia:<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">A </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><b>fog bow</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"> is a similar phenomenon to a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">rainbow</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">, however, as its name suggests, it appears as a bow in </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">fog</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"> rather than rain</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">. Because of the very small size of water droplets that cause </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">fog</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">—smaller than 0.05 millimeters (0.0020 in)—the fog bow has only very weak colors, with a red outer edge and bluish inner. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">In many cases when the droplets are very small, fog bows appear white, and are therefore sometimes called <i>white rainbows</i>. According to NASA: The fog bow's lack of colors is caused by the smaller water drops ... so small that the wavelength of light becomes important. Diffraction smears out colors that would be created by larger rainbow water drops."</span><br />
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Both last year and again today when I witnessed this beautiful sight there was someone on the beach that had not noticed it, until I pointed it out to them. The next time you see fog about to burn off, make sure you have the sun behind you and the fog in front of you and you just might get to see a white rainbow.</div>
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</span>Gregory Dunhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12040339851210987036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218847369047626567.post-26972994239553281082012-02-03T10:05:00.000-08:002012-02-03T11:09:38.448-08:00Influences and Inspirations part 1: Andrew Wyeth<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Influences and Inspirations: Beginnings</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><br />Back in 1970 I was unsure of the direction of my work and experimented with abstraction, free form, gestural figure drawings, mono-printing, etc. At the time, I was involved in the day to day operation of a small retail, wholesale, and manufacturing business and could only work on my art in my spare time.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBAjgECJlMM1hoWKdbrniKa1FtoPnkYxIrmST6RKevXdIBi3BzkGeXvzbUJwPMNIC2TxY3Jj8usk0K2cYPK_l7AUKEDDkzS3UmKKCkS8_vhcc3msN9Md4RTCmrUzJRFtFqUh04m29hmZE/s1600/Earlywork.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBAjgECJlMM1hoWKdbrniKa1FtoPnkYxIrmST6RKevXdIBi3BzkGeXvzbUJwPMNIC2TxY3Jj8usk0K2cYPK_l7AUKEDDkzS3UmKKCkS8_vhcc3msN9Md4RTCmrUzJRFtFqUh04m29hmZE/s320/Earlywork.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704980393495986626" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Some of my early gestural paintings hanging behind the bird sculptures of Wendy Seller, at the 91 Main St. Gallery in Rockport, MA<br /><br /></span></div>1970 was also the year the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston mounted a large Andrew Wyeth exhibition. I didn’t really know much about him or his work, having only seen reproductions of “Christina’s World” in books and magazines. That show changed that. I was was totally captivated by his work. I stood in front of many of the pieces nearly breathless. The drawings were astounding, the paintings amazing, and then I stood in front of “Snow Flurries” and my experience went into the spiritual or mystical realm. I was spellbound and speechless. I could barely pull myself away from that piece.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0lxmztg0p0vg13AjO7lVxdpwU2eVnzi8ghL8W8oZvvZZUMNo-pMp7qMPRp_cQ7LpbScG49eAdgGfOtm68eNhhHC5dwXIfCWvFbs_80ARjknMovXnnsQSPz6p-D8ckq5YbIs6OWMW4U54/s1600/Wyeth_Snow_Flurries.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0lxmztg0p0vg13AjO7lVxdpwU2eVnzi8ghL8W8oZvvZZUMNo-pMp7qMPRp_cQ7LpbScG49eAdgGfOtm68eNhhHC5dwXIfCWvFbs_80ARjknMovXnnsQSPz6p-D8ckq5YbIs6OWMW4U54/s320/Wyeth_Snow_Flurries.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704974126652108018" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Andrew Wyeth “Snow Flurries”, Tempera, 37x48”, 1953, National Gallery of Art, Gift of Dr. Margaret I. Handy</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><br />I revisited some of the drawings and other works that had impressed me, but kept going back to “Snow Flurries.” Standing at a distance, the painting is a realistic tour de force, moving closer it is a sublime abstract painting that Rothko would envy. Until that time, I hadn’t realized how a work of art could move one so emotionally. Since that time I’ve experienced it again only rarely, in the presence of a Vermeer or visiting the Van Gogh Museum, for example.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><br />When I got home, I picked up my sketch book and pencils and headed to the harbor, where I did the drawing that set me on the path I’ve been following ever since.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq93J9G7iRC3b6BANv8KxnCW1iETwIEby1tn6SFyZ7y1Yt9MtnJek7B5VQAqXgrdI5gDaGIiZwivZt5wkP3ICWWc9dv9Q7SaHyK8fQjL_hu94vDlR1jeoJo48GyDhkd_gkfsVJ7gNAO5E/s1600/Drawing1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq93J9G7iRC3b6BANv8KxnCW1iETwIEby1tn6SFyZ7y1Yt9MtnJek7B5VQAqXgrdI5gDaGIiZwivZt5wkP3ICWWc9dv9Q7SaHyK8fQjL_hu94vDlR1jeoJo48GyDhkd_gkfsVJ7gNAO5E/s320/Drawing1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704975806893833970" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Block & Tackle, Graphite, 6x10 inches, 1970<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><br />For the next 6 years I did nothing but draw, whenever I could find the time away from my other business. I wanted to hone my skill with the pencil before moving on to paint. Once I started to paint, I found myself much more comfortable with watercolor than with oil and that is what I do to this day.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><br />Some 27 years later, I was stopping for lunch on a photography outing to Tennents Harbor and Port Clyde. I had just finished lunch and as I walked outside I noticed an SUV with PA plates. I recognized the person sitting in the passenger seat as Andrew Wyeth himself. My heart skipped a beat. Should I go up to the window and introduce myself? I was torn. I thought people must come up to him all the time, and I decided I didn’t want to bother him, so I walked on by. As I passed by the car, I realized it was a once in a lifetime opportunity that I shouldn’t pass up even if he was less than receptive. I walked back to the window and he opened it. I told him how much his work has meant to me and what an influence it was on my own work. He smiled and was most gracious. We chatted about art and people we knew in common, including Stow Wengenroth and the Beals, for about five minutes, until his driver returned. It was then that he introduced me to Helga.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><br />In a future post I’ll tell you how I met Stow Wengenroth, the other major influence on my work.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP3ulg2FpJFeJrKA-598GRjNI4AJZI7egvlm49JF2_smCJe28558HpDimn4XkPUJXkcLADmiMlTapE-MvMV_kbj5fQkMQHqBBVkGsSpaRn8PLOrWvUVw07iWBx62rHBeI6w6nAks3UtZ4/s1600/wengenroth_lobstermancove.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP3ulg2FpJFeJrKA-598GRjNI4AJZI7egvlm49JF2_smCJe28558HpDimn4XkPUJXkcLADmiMlTapE-MvMV_kbj5fQkMQHqBBVkGsSpaRn8PLOrWvUVw07iWBx62rHBeI6w6nAks3UtZ4/s320/wengenroth_lobstermancove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704974935540440562" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Stow Wengenroth, "Lobsterman's Cove", Winter Harbor, ME, 1941, 12-9/16 x 16-5/8 in.</span><br /></div>Gregory Dunhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12040339851210987036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218847369047626567.post-57613245070704167912012-01-01T19:20:00.000-08:002012-01-01T20:11:53.283-08:00New Year's Eve Fireworks in Castine, ME<div style="text-align: center;">Happy New Year!!!<br /></div>Just after midnight on New Year's Eve, after the clinking of glasses and well wishes all around, we were surprised by the loud boom of fireworks on the town dock. This is a video view of a portion of them taken from the window of our friend's house overlooking the dock. Thank you to whoever was responsible for the fireworks display. A great way to welcome the new year!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzzAhvfSi4EI6YIPL0I7kng95s3LvD-ADFim7uj7ybuek-gFfJcs9ZN5h9ulMSDpwHIiZ3wTi_y_7fcLOb9' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Gregory Dunhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12040339851210987036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218847369047626567.post-23168246326748039172011-12-04T07:37:00.000-08:002011-12-05T09:06:00.132-08:00Art Makes a Great Gift<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Christmas and Holiday Small Works Shows<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Five Current Shows featuring Gregory Dunham Watercolors<br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > </span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Shop locally and support the arts and small businesses</span><br /></div>1. "Splendid Snow", Patricia Hutton Galleries, <span class="size10 Helvetica10" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" >47 West State Street</span><span class="size10 Helvetica10" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" >, Doylestown, Pennsylvania 18901(</span><span class="size10 Helvetica10" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" >215-348-1728)</span>. One of my several watercolors represented in this show is pictured below.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ6hnKRMi9IGUxQmKnPufV9OkXydeUy7wVubRU0LKGHuqPvlCCwXSSWyIZ5xTmR85DI7yXZ39YKQErPILAxvMBn9eNUbjh6M2OkUwYACvEUzZNG8L0gBAFwo89Ic3qBC7GZKqa-vF1i1Y/s1600/lastlight.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ6hnKRMi9IGUxQmKnPufV9OkXydeUy7wVubRU0LKGHuqPvlCCwXSSWyIZ5xTmR85DI7yXZ39YKQErPILAxvMBn9eNUbjh6M2OkUwYACvEUzZNG8L0gBAFwo89Ic3qBC7GZKqa-vF1i1Y/s320/lastlight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682306330324742946" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">"Last Light" 4x7 inc watercolor, $600.00</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><br /></div>2. "Holiday Invitational Small Works Show", Tarratine Gallery, 5 Main St., Castine, ME 04421<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilCSM_roVR6g9bwZ79Hxy0SP1S9Dg58qkY6DhJPAsnZ0AxHzAXPr0-e1kvd8MBSsHwEGMTOMn48ck2H_WzQHFcEW9-i8yA_BU_0XlIx_I-PgPL0klCnNJ851Tyf_pgbKQWueN2-Jqfau0/s1600/halfcape.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilCSM_roVR6g9bwZ79Hxy0SP1S9Dg58qkY6DhJPAsnZ0AxHzAXPr0-e1kvd8MBSsHwEGMTOMn48ck2H_WzQHFcEW9-i8yA_BU_0XlIx_I-PgPL0klCnNJ851Tyf_pgbKQWueN2-Jqfau0/s320/halfcape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682309662539347986" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">"Winter Shadows" 4x6 inch watercolor, $600.00<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><br /></div>3. "Small Works 2011", Courthouse Gallery, 6 Court St., Ellsworth, ME, (207-667-6611)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixdbOC6gsuynZCuidd6iy1v3YcxCzLPcsL-ZXcPG6X6QBdFLFKA8xtBCmflo-0y-OopQ_70SHBLmWldFYectDhdIkFdqrZlJl6rNKC6cCBYdP0cgEJoiF6YfDW1X4-NNOD9gkL3r8fH-4/s1600/courthouse+invite.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixdbOC6gsuynZCuidd6iy1v3YcxCzLPcsL-ZXcPG6X6QBdFLFKA8xtBCmflo-0y-OopQ_70SHBLmWldFYectDhdIkFdqrZlJl6rNKC6cCBYdP0cgEJoiF6YfDW1X4-NNOD9gkL3r8fH-4/s320/courthouse+invite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682311040905136658" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJRu9R6-skrcNwMV9yTNI82bZN4Pai8pT2YqHXwi4i3ypezWqJq_BLzP2pfhQk7H_PsY8_K7OlobC-iCu-_fnhW-MYTTIP7Zllli9PF1TMSye7NKB2UXjxpAO3IlkTlYwbcnFlqtikvm4/s1600/BaileyIslanda.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJRu9R6-skrcNwMV9yTNI82bZN4Pai8pT2YqHXwi4i3ypezWqJq_BLzP2pfhQk7H_PsY8_K7OlobC-iCu-_fnhW-MYTTIP7Zllli9PF1TMSye7NKB2UXjxpAO3IlkTlYwbcnFlqtikvm4/s320/BaileyIslanda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682311326320138930" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">"Low Tide, Bailey Island", 4x6 inch watercolor, $600.00</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div>4. "Holiday Small Works", Woodstock Gallery, 6 Elm St., Woodstock, VT 05091 (802-457-2012)<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvgFzbN-dMvtDbf7gGqalNa_-J6bl-u4y3NIhnpGMQvFHMwZ_GZyw3k8WU29qkGR8Y4Tbw5q0YSp2-sqXTLFd7WgJM6GTC_QLooF8sVaydS_FDtDqLfhSE0zgz-YAxKgGSFTZH9Epj1kQ/s1600/vermont.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvgFzbN-dMvtDbf7gGqalNa_-J6bl-u4y3NIhnpGMQvFHMwZ_GZyw3k8WU29qkGR8Y4Tbw5q0YSp2-sqXTLFd7WgJM6GTC_QLooF8sVaydS_FDtDqLfhSE0zgz-YAxKgGSFTZH9Epj1kQ/s320/vermont.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682312939544672338" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">"Split Rail, Fence, Pomfret, VT" 4x6 inch watercolor, $600.00<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div>5. "Holiday Gala Show", Betts Gallery at the Belfast Framer, 96 Main St., Belfast, ME 04915, (207-338-6465)<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHTwS8YqIpbNgXXxcPPBGZ1PkXuI4DfeEscWLtNIC24yE9dehZh4_yZ7WUZ7yzGiuF9ve5LuG2vTc4c9vghjzszZ8ya-iT2cCYdFzgPuT7ab15Lh5624uP65_2yJt1vjIER9TUJfmWDWc/s1600/BeachCliff.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHTwS8YqIpbNgXXxcPPBGZ1PkXuI4DfeEscWLtNIC24yE9dehZh4_yZ7WUZ7yzGiuF9ve5LuG2vTc4c9vghjzszZ8ya-iT2cCYdFzgPuT7ab15Lh5624uP65_2yJt1vjIER9TUJfmWDWc/s320/BeachCliff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682315018474411890" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">"Beach Cliff Sardines", 2.5x3.75 inch watercolor, $450.00 (unusual in both size and subject mater for me)<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div>All the galleries listed above have many more pieces of my work, I hope you can stop by one that is near you to view my work and the other artists and craftspeople on display. Art makes a great gift for someone you love or for yourself. One more piece available at the Tarratime Gallery in Castine is pictured below:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFnn961xoO91xnqs-az2V8b81mM329hLEwCjO_cXn1xHqR6Kws4x-9rIU2tp_YImvKLEFkM8jZrpq8rUcmJp6uD7D-cx0JDQCklznA7PE6nwmtTszVrkDJrZnUG3ulwpKyCli8c2FgXRM/s1600/a_victorian.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFnn961xoO91xnqs-az2V8b81mM329hLEwCjO_cXn1xHqR6Kws4x-9rIU2tp_YImvKLEFkM8jZrpq8rUcmJp6uD7D-cx0JDQCklznA7PE6nwmtTszVrkDJrZnUG3ulwpKyCli8c2FgXRM/s320/a_victorian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682318790689894610" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">"A Victorian Cottage on Thanksgiving Day", 4x6 inch watercolor, $600.00<br /><br /></span></div></div>Gregory Dunhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12040339851210987036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218847369047626567.post-15400493606835154382011-08-10T13:38:00.000-07:002011-08-11T05:35:32.210-07:00The Evolution or Reworking of a Painting<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Here's a side by side, or I should say above and below comparison of my watercolor "The Straw Hat, Monhegan Island", as it has evolved over time.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJz7vDkWwPAbYwnxMKSrpGmmAMu65odX82SKH1mpmNrufVddC-OE2Wp3IxWHYcBA14bXGQaVYPHR1llMrE0hKYroAfIuvCYvTfU04MT8D_gzQOCQ9LZ2r2bWoQRG1P19oX3xrH8SgKzys/s1600/hat+copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_wObB4saSINO0LnaLZ0wtgmau1kyGXOAb2hkfnlMoYJAfJ3scz7Kdf7hClQs5Cp-Li9zUaB2Pl49lctrqxuleGU0y_6k_aykHrvnxHGdJCAgEFI0ZpNZ8PJcbSegkHoyqUL4kzL2ozI/s1600/gd408.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_wObB4saSINO0LnaLZ0wtgmau1kyGXOAb2hkfnlMoYJAfJ3scz7Kdf7hClQs5Cp-Li9zUaB2Pl49lctrqxuleGU0y_6k_aykHrvnxHGdJCAgEFI0ZpNZ8PJcbSegkHoyqUL4kzL2ozI/s320/gd408.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639333832171898946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">"The Straw Hat, Monhegan" as it appeared in 2008</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJz7vDkWwPAbYwnxMKSrpGmmAMu65odX82SKH1mpmNrufVddC-OE2Wp3IxWHYcBA14bXGQaVYPHR1llMrE0hKYroAfIuvCYvTfU04MT8D_gzQOCQ9LZ2r2bWoQRG1P19oX3xrH8SgKzys/s320/hat+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639333838219525074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">"The Straw Hat, Monhegan Island" as it appears today 2011, Watercolor 16x20 inches</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">I used to occasionally enjoy watching Emeril Lagasse's cooking show and I always liked his comment "let's kick it up a notch" and that's exactly what I decided to do with this painting from '08. I liked it well enough when I did it, but it was a little bland, needed a bit more spice to satisfy my palate. Where before, it was calm and still and as I said a little bland, today there is movement and maybe even a little drama. This is an example of how some of my paintings evolve and come to life over time with just a few simple changes. Another example of "kicking it up a notch" appears in a post below from Feb. 20th '11.</div>Gregory Dunhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12040339851210987036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218847369047626567.post-75536033235550781042011-07-27T09:18:00.000-07:002011-07-27T10:50:59.653-07:00Two Teachers, A Wyeth Painting and A Partial History of an Antique Cape<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKZmtSe7xNBUV6vzG_YpqpV4voOgqfG4TG7-wcH3uTyCQWwdOs2K1WJEkQxlznTKPlNQzAcM5VcbY3yNhH_r0EL_CpuUJkHy7KNsX5evD85Tig0P0Uaz50GKWPbS39hACynfLpC2oo3DM/s1600/ferguson_sunset.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2MkT4BpPdIx3rgaf3pTqFM1Q7mcdHWu0HqU3azneYNgSRreRqYM9Z-3-rqApRYLvJDmVvApGT-MhRl5-CaFBR90i7VLbuJZcdcvNvpvoNPNDLDEuRA4i9KeI5NyTd-EtmegBOpNnhtfY/s1600/ferguson.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2MkT4BpPdIx3rgaf3pTqFM1Q7mcdHWu0HqU3azneYNgSRreRqYM9Z-3-rqApRYLvJDmVvApGT-MhRl5-CaFBR90i7VLbuJZcdcvNvpvoNPNDLDEuRA4i9KeI5NyTd-EtmegBOpNnhtfY/s400/ferguson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634086505789953058" /></a><div><p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Helvetica;">This was the house of Alan and Martha Ferguson who were neighbors of ours when we first moved to Castine. They were both artists and retired teachers from Stow, MA. Martha did pastel landscapes and Alan had settled comfortably into making humorous cartoons that focused on the doings and absurdities around town for the local paper.</p> <p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Helvetica; min-height: 17px;"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Helvetica;">What follows is a story they once told us, as I remember it:</p> <p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Helvetica; min-height: 17px;"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Helvetica;">Shortly after graduating from art school they were walking up Newbury St. in Boston when a painting in a gallery window caught their eye. They went inside to get a closer look and inquire about the artist. They were told it was by an up and coming artist, Andrew Wyeth, whose father was the famous N. C. Wyeth. It was one of Andrew’s early watercolors and they fell in love with it. They decided to splurge and pay the few hundred dollars, even though they were living on the meager salaries teachers received at that time. </p> <p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Helvetica; min-height: 17px;"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Helvetica;">For years they lived with and enjoyed the painting, but as Wyeth’s reputation grew and his works increased in value, they felt that perhaps they were being selfish by keeping the painting to themselves and that more people should be able to see it. They decided the best way to do that was to loan it to the MFA, which was only too happy to accept the loan. They both felt very pleased that the painting that gave them so much pleasure could now be seen and enjoyed by others as well.</p> <p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Helvetica; min-height: 17px;"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Helvetica;">Then one fateful day, years later, they went to the museum to visit with their painting and couldn’t find it. When they inquired about it, they learned that it was in storage. Well, this wasn’t the idea. They had loaned it to be seen not stored, so they asked to have it returned to them. </p> <p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Helvetica; min-height: 17px;"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Helvetica;">Now they had another dilemma. When they visited the gallery where they had originally purchased it, and learned what its value had become, it made them even more uncomfortable. They felt it was absurd to have such a valuable piece of art, uninsured and vulnerable to theft or damage, so they reluctantly arranged to have the gallery sell it. What the sale of that painting enabled them to do, was to buy the lovely antique cape pictured above, where they could spend their summers and in which they would live out their lives after retirement and enjoy wonderful sunsets like that pictured below. A nice story about two lovely neighbors who are sadly missed and what can happen when you invest in art.</p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Helvetica;"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKZmtSe7xNBUV6vzG_YpqpV4voOgqfG4TG7-wcH3uTyCQWwdOs2K1WJEkQxlznTKPlNQzAcM5VcbY3yNhH_r0EL_CpuUJkHy7KNsX5evD85Tig0P0Uaz50GKWPbS39hACynfLpC2oo3DM/s400/ferguson_sunset.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634090781314336962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></p></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div>Gregory Dunhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12040339851210987036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218847369047626567.post-43578699646444752182011-03-02T09:48:00.000-08:002011-03-05T05:38:03.289-08:00Åarhus Gallery Show to Benefit Local Food Pantries<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZyaack-yqobJw6zifRohu6tnIKkiL7zz0gHrrRMjf8Yo1gMqYwpLKjAUgK9ZTPS9TbXfGELZKZ6ZkuN-RlzvRoMUGx2syjDjLdmNuEESZsY_AggXVU1CvhcqughB5MavMg0scfQmld3g/s1600/gd507.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZyaack-yqobJw6zifRohu6tnIKkiL7zz0gHrrRMjf8Yo1gMqYwpLKjAUgK9ZTPS9TbXfGELZKZ6ZkuN-RlzvRoMUGx2syjDjLdmNuEESZsY_AggXVU1CvhcqughB5MavMg0scfQmld3g/s400/gd507.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579541351599209362" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">"Dory" 4x6" Watercolor, by Gregory Dunham, $500.00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> SOLD</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The dory watercolor pictured above will be a part of the 3rd Annual "44N 69W: Radius Belfast" at</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Åarhus Gallery, 50 Main Street, Belfast, ME. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Please join Åarhus Gallery for an opening reception Friday March 4th, 5-8pm for the third annual '44N 69W: Radius Belfast'. An all encompassing show running from March 3rd through the 27th, of work by Maine artists, living within a thirty-mile radius of Belfast. </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">20% of the proceeds of sales from this show will go to benefit local food pantries.</span></span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">For more information:</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:georgia;"><a href="http://archive.constantcontact.com/fs050/1101264307488/archive/1104637190246.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Åarhus Gallery </span></a></span><a href="http://archive.constantcontact.com/fs050/1101264307488/archive/1104637190246.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"44N 69W: Radius Belfast"</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div>Gregory Dunhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12040339851210987036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218847369047626567.post-44481537983816255912011-02-20T13:00:00.001-08:002011-07-28T07:25:36.976-07:00When is a painting finished?<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A few things were troubling me about this award winning watercolor from '04, as seen in the first image below. So, I decided to take it out of its frame and rework the areas that bothered me. I just finished it yesterday and I'm very happy with the result of the changes I made to it.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;">Let's see if you agree. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaSQtUjauOKDEDtx6fp7C4xn7HFY6CTgGo1v_17dacN3G1VZT2jEyUhPydlbAH2Ih0GO1VrEogKGXwYa8PUGJF1WdIoVope-QLQMkJ3pf-j8aBNUotiSkjJXCLwmpXLkZ1KIdCU1QRkcg/s400/gd204.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575880096781577794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Dory", Watercolor, 19.5x29.5 in., 2004, Amee B. Davis Memorial Award for excellence in painting, Rockport Art Association</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The image below is the painting as it now appears.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#CCCCCC;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaSQtUjauOKDEDtx6fp7C4xn7HFY6CTgGo1v_17dacN3G1VZT2jEyUhPydlbAH2Ih0GO1VrEogKGXwYa8PUGJF1WdIoVope-QLQMkJ3pf-j8aBNUotiSkjJXCLwmpXLkZ1KIdCU1QRkcg/s1600/gd204.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv88u4n00LyEE4xYcsLXmeH5kfZlO1wd1Tz2T27sBalFmf-qthR0IKhvUsnyrpWplsDHOrafHsn7Ir2cXp24Vwo5YvpW_fgcQ-SaanXw4bwdnxuMUE6eOsHcZqAHAkIEfH0dYGEguwsCk/s400/Dory_Dunham.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575880091895047218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px; " /></span></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">"Dory", Watercolor, 19.5x29.5 in., 2004-11</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I'll let the words of a friend and fellow artist describe my changes. This is from an exchange of notes with my friend Margaret: </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I think you changed the color of the hull that is in shadow to be slightly darker and warmer in tone - befitting the warm reflected light from the sandy/gravelly surface. It looks like you've made the shadow of the dory blend more with the surface and the rocks in the foreground. While the light conditions of your reference shot may indeed have made the shadow appear as stark as you initially painted it, in terms of composition, all the elements in the foreground are now more harmonious and pleasing to the eye."</span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia, serif;"><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div></span></span></div></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i></i>She hit the nail on the head with her comments. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">All of the changes were made to the foreground and the dory itself. I thought the building, pilings and background were fine just the way they were and the changes to the dory and foreground made the entire painting more harmonious and unified. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">One small detail </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">she missed</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, because she was looking at small images was that I also used a razor blade to scrape out the edge of the rope lines to better highlight them.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">To answer the question posed in the title of this post "When is a painting finished?", perhaps it is only finished once a collector takes possession of it.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></div>Gregory Dunhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12040339851210987036noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218847369047626567.post-37853950139830940512011-02-04T09:06:00.000-08:002011-02-10T05:58:52.833-08:00Morning Sea Smoke in Castine, 2/4/11<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIXcHkXNOQtLHMe_E7pUZvnOE1Ft6Cj8nYPUdT9VLdbUbGA25MhGOfNixqwybViIVbW188lE8NnXWzxQ7G5DAC6e7HpjtUPXPp3MZmO-BkABpOwpwEsYNwClmtIq0BCWIj0zvRQeSI_0w/s1600/seasmoke1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIXcHkXNOQtLHMe_E7pUZvnOE1Ft6Cj8nYPUdT9VLdbUbGA25MhGOfNixqwybViIVbW188lE8NnXWzxQ7G5DAC6e7HpjtUPXPp3MZmO-BkABpOwpwEsYNwClmtIq0BCWIj0zvRQeSI_0w/s400/seasmoke1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569894890258815794" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Castine takes on a surreal look as sea smoke engulfs it, briefly, in the early morning.</span></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTKQHQbOsJesOF5Fa-Y4l4NZZGetW7yLeJ7hg9BOnojiu-PZvyObhDikldr8Kz72G6ywNLH_SrK0_6M86pp4PXSiISI3BaneJblzmglSYWxsJP9LTHj95Bd5dvCCQlmtj-UwUrmbE5_Ys/s1600/seasmoke2.jpg"></a><div><br /></div><div>Glancing out my bedroom window this morning, I noticed a band of sea smoke over the Bagaduce River. I grabbed my camera and headed in town. What a surprise was awaiting me when I reached the top of Windmill Hill. The town was engulfed in a dense fog of sea smoke.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div>Living on the coast of Maine, sea smoke on cold winter days is not an uncommon phenomenon. What was uncommon about the sea smoke today was that it did not stay over the water, but moved over the entire downtown of Castine, creating a very surreal atmosphere. In the first photo above, the sun is seen dimly through sea smoke as we look toward the post office from Court Street.</div><div><br /></div><div> Here are a few photos from this morning. <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTKQHQbOsJesOF5Fa-Y4l4NZZGetW7yLeJ7hg9BOnojiu-PZvyObhDikldr8Kz72G6ywNLH_SrK0_6M86pp4PXSiISI3BaneJblzmglSYWxsJP9LTHj95Bd5dvCCQlmtj-UwUrmbE5_Ys/s400/seasmoke2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569891016300656898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Looking out to the shrouded Bagaduce River, from Water Street</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvhJZ4lMFo_P7Ndw6ZVYzUzY8IAp7zjK2xluGJCAe44HYK-ywkZz7gBTLbNQKKlxMQjRQblsCDZPjjtOcmEIxlx828ljghv-EXmVfys8VWNGP2_h3VWHbzAQkaw7ZRXHp-iq4jvonnsME/s400/seasmoke3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569892362509807234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">The Town Common and Unitarian Church from School Street as the sea smoke begins to disperse.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7QRYfIRZSBds3_zcHrf8LYRHQg01-y-xpjh12q3tn0i9tGO3bVkp3Ndo-Xjl7qFRPaae5B0EpGNqAV-huD-EbLeQusB4LOL7mGi3p76K_JYKI6JqEZsa1JOGoIPmjrg_X968HJskC86Q/s400/seasmoke4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569893431439266306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Looking toward Green Street from School Street.</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy0lpOfWFDaxogQpWtyQ_H0pWlTHh7RG6ZBXTnLQNkWrXTA69jwaRTzHiS_a7sN_PYHm8WiCn2V1GIE6O3Jnv4qjZfRHaD4tGCpYmZzm-JeN-HVfG6rV1DR1ChJuFOI-qvk2AblMN8HWY/s400/seasmoke5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569893851884897746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 211px; " /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Sea Smoke hanging over Hatch's Cove.</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxn1xZOLkmrLGiU76rCORr0KcHK9NAZy986jw5xK2q_ldcAMh5OSxS2LK_LIdpWd1jOcUANo6-7gMeapc8atoPCtitEvhn9sNkcLLZuHep-CnOsZJ4w7_QxOq2PaQqLp2yTPqO3S18Tl0/s400/seasmoke6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569894488110857954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">The sea smoke left a thick coating of frost or dew on the branches.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div>Gregory Dunhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12040339851210987036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218847369047626567.post-19669001267228699772010-12-31T10:48:00.000-08:002011-02-07T13:11:17.315-08:00Happy New Year!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_6kEWVP3RCTzU7iotC5udtdgO8-LA2CaKJ1T_OAhwlONahbfixpXsmABy0puNK9zCPsat9vufe40VRkVmuZsPYn0guJfdJf07JKXEgp5cG3UUZn4FqlDt_quRVcQdhmZzXl4qhKRwcQU/s1600/123110A.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_6kEWVP3RCTzU7iotC5udtdgO8-LA2CaKJ1T_OAhwlONahbfixpXsmABy0puNK9zCPsat9vufe40VRkVmuZsPYn0guJfdJf07JKXEgp5cG3UUZn4FqlDt_quRVcQdhmZzXl4qhKRwcQU/s400/123110A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556966482845672210" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As the sun sets tonight, there is the promise of a new day and a new yea</span>r. I wish you all a Happy & Healthy New Year and hope you enjoy this video of Scotland's gem, Eddi Reader singing the traditional end of year song "Auld Lang Syne". Be safe, fill your hearts with love, grow something this coming year, respect and nourish the soil and it will nourish you, reach out to someone in need and pray for peace.</div><div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZhhxOI3gfp8?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZhhxOI3gfp8?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Gregory Dunhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12040339851210987036noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218847369047626567.post-88691181285497329202010-12-22T11:28:00.000-08:002011-03-06T12:02:03.425-08:00Merry Christmas!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwc3Q0goXsYe_vwe3JI1xZz2aX7e04OxBTyK9XjDUE9TL3n98W0jnRAFM72060vd4spYpILuiiF11hLVrkxhhEyH7KZvqd-Ih9GDj-Ew85f8sJlq1wc0JBgdxkWVuuiqFwMjQbWL02s2o/s1600/AftertheStorm.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 207px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwc3Q0goXsYe_vwe3JI1xZz2aX7e04OxBTyK9XjDUE9TL3n98W0jnRAFM72060vd4spYpILuiiF11hLVrkxhhEyH7KZvqd-Ih9GDj-Ew85f8sJlq1wc0JBgdxkWVuuiqFwMjQbWL02s2o/s400/AftertheStorm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553591059092636354" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Helvetica; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">"After the Storm", Gregory Dunham Watercolor, 21x41", 2008, Private Collection</span></p></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><b>After the Storm, Christmas Day</b></p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><br /></p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">Out on the river,</p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">snow covers a thin layer of ice.</p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">Clouds lift, skies brighten,</p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">sounds are muffled as day begins,</p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">transformed by a blanket of white.</p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><br /></p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">Even birds are waiting</p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">for the wind to stop,</p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">as small drifts form waves.</p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">The house is like a ship</p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">anchored on a sea of white.</p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><br /></p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">After the storm, the fields</p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">are silent, no footprints yet.</p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">Deer are resting among</p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">islands of hedgerows and fence lines,</p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">landmarks in a sea of white.</p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><br /></p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">Slowly, the house awakens,</p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">warmed by red oak and birch.</p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">Down in the kitchen, coffee is on,</p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">Christmas magic inside and out,</p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">transformed by a blanket of white.</p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Though I in no way consider myself a poet, I was inspired to write the preceding poem to go along with the mood in my painting.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. May you experience the magic of love, the warmth of family & friends, peace both within and without, and a sense of joy, wonder, hope & fulfillment, as the season turns and the light slowly begins its return.</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">You can see a larger image of the above watercolor at my web site:<a href="http://gregorydunham.com/Christmas_Card.html"> Gregory Dunham Watercolors a Christmas Card</a></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ADbJLo4x-tk?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ADbJLo4x-tk?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p></div>Gregory Dunhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12040339851210987036noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218847369047626567.post-67830595130738788272010-12-16T10:19:00.001-08:002010-12-23T05:38:16.082-08:00The Story of a Drawing and the Passing of Time: from the Real, to a Drawing, to the Real<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The Story of a Drawing and a Knitted Hat</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqDXzwanS1DzpWAxn5xe4MA46MBgWgRUX3iAyWIiZNVRWC8Fxzch8TXTyCO-g1gQLELXhEMJyBhTX0127lmVTQ163cFKD3j2AznQeH39ai9NV07Jp-weyd9DCVKUWpPHXtUQ6X1UawbQw/s400/parisdrawing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551346714030258306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">The Hat, 1976, Graphite Drawing by Gregory Dunham, Private Collection</span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Paris 1970</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Nearly 41 years ago, on an extended stay in Paris during the winter of 1970, besides the outdoor produce markets, one of my favorite spots to visit was the Jardin du Luxembourg. I loved to watch the children sailing their pond boats, the kids on the carousel reaching for the ring with their sticks, old gentlemen playing boules, young mothers and nannies pushing strollers, lovers walking arm in arm and the many people on benches watching, reading or eating. They were all a wealth of material for future paintings. On one such excursion I noticed a young boy riding a pedal cart, wearing a knit cap and scarf with an elephant design.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVob_fmPYbl2B-ZQ12RxdjqnXpb36PbDW3Z8wO4d6kfFeE6TJ_TpLMSOSjTqKWToMrTSClgDApVpYE6p-CedAgP7Vteffq_ZJveyO0e9GEWaEtODGYCXUAXrPdDTbEQzQ5rAuV0GMMDxM/s400/paris1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551347798321639458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px; " /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Little Boy in the Jardin du Luxembourg, Paris 1970, Gregory Dunham photograph</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I took a photo of him and stored the memory away in my mind, till six years later, in 1976, when I did a graphite drawing and a watercolor of the little boy in his hat. Both the drawing and the watercolor sold from a show I had that year at the Guild of Boston Artists.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />Now the most interesting part of the story begins. Ten years later in 1986, we learned we were about to have a son, whom we would name Stow after my friend and mentor Stow Wengenroth. Giving thought to a birth announcement, I suggested we use my drawing of the young boy from ten years earlier. Unfortunately, I had no photographic record of the drawing or the watercolor, but I was able to contact the buyer of the drawing and she agreed to let me borrow it back for the announcement. Sadly, I was unable to keep track of the collector who purchased the watercolor and as a result do not know its whereabouts.</span></span><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As the story continues, two years later, after the arrival of our daughter Abby some friends held a baby shower for us. One of our friends had had a hat, similar to the one on the announcement, originally worn by the little boy in Paris, knit as a gift for Stow. When we placed it on his head we were struck by the resemblance to my drawing and to the Parisian boy from nineteen years earlier.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></div></span></span></div></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoEdigadf71B2OXlQTt3FzoitLns_WNagvqxduV2_DBEGo412VVX6Fh9WADH1q17JglR89QRtR6sPHi-7r_gGGncoPsTxyTEofAvP2ZQvMdwixIvt9duKkzfvn9uHezlJ0FtfT7U4jxOM/s400/stow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551348532486145490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Stow in "The Hat", 1989, Gregory Dunham Photo</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnmA3PKAT-OelgSowvq4xJPLK5MAK814fkJ5nVkaLCn1jGdhhqe9cKEJ17kiVWoThHL5iBjNkNmRYDmKuNq-D-HFsgFQmFlaTdOd38qqJnQWLDFdYdTwg4HsZffzBKVpPnvsB07xUBYf0/s400/paris+closeup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551349162590122082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">Detail: Little Boy in the Jardin du Luxembourg, Paris 1970, Gregory Dunham photograph</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">I'll end my story of the passage of time from the real, to a drawing, to the real here. Stow turned 24 this year. The drawing is 34 years old and the little Parisian boy is probably about 43 by now and for all I know may have a little boy of his own wearing a similar hat.</span></span></span></span></span></span></div>Gregory Dunhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12040339851210987036noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218847369047626567.post-7637454251013796462010-11-11T08:45:00.000-08:002010-11-11T09:11:24.441-08:00Remembrance Day (UK) and Veterans Day (USA) A personal story of remembrance and thanks.Shortly before 11 AM, whilst strolling about Brixham in Devon, UK, on November 11th 1999 with Pat, Stow & Abby,<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCvnYTvShOyl14tJUiExh-Qo9cydQG59i74r44cEGBuP_aKitGBczMpe6th8oqsq42AMGLcfsBHeiy1VNYQXYoCuMM2BA6Idf0dHKKWni4KIbJzE_Mz-AIDozY2dg8Jjtxb7Ux8qaQDR8/s1600/Brixham.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCvnYTvShOyl14tJUiExh-Qo9cydQG59i74r44cEGBuP_aKitGBczMpe6th8oqsq42AMGLcfsBHeiy1VNYQXYoCuMM2BA6Idf0dHKKWni4KIbJzE_Mz-AIDozY2dg8Jjtxb7Ux8qaQDR8/s400/Brixham.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538335409420589698" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Brixham, Devon, UK, 1999</span><br /></div>church bells began to toll and shops and offices emptied as people began to gather at various points around the city and at exactly 11AM on the 11th day of the 11th month, the entire town fell silent. We stood among them in silence, men, women and children, keenly aware of the solemnity of the moment. No cars moved, no boats in the harbor moved, no sounds at all, but for that of our breathing. Most eyes were moist with tears as they remembered those lost in war. The observance lasted, perhaps, 15 minutes with prayers and a hymn after the silence. It was a very moving experience for us.<br /><br />Today, 11 years later on 11/11 at 11 am, I observe a few moments of silence in honor of Veterans Day (USA) and Remembrance Day (UK) to serve as a reminder that our freedom is not free. In particular I remember my father William James Dunham,<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5qTSs_bKCjXsg7Q47vcR80UCNM_wqFNQ15FkE8vZApisa9T2dnTwIpnPLrv2XuXixWEjqZDV4P8zdRKzwnfNl0H7oU7wgGWIuEugrQFjCzV5f2q78KE6_O7b98L53D1ZP-T0IndNDkKg/s1600/dad.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5qTSs_bKCjXsg7Q47vcR80UCNM_wqFNQ15FkE8vZApisa9T2dnTwIpnPLrv2XuXixWEjqZDV4P8zdRKzwnfNl0H7oU7wgGWIuEugrQFjCzV5f2q78KE6_O7b98L53D1ZP-T0IndNDkKg/s400/dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538335417993071954" border="0" /></a> who served in the Atlantic and my stepfather Chester Otis Kingsbury who served in the Pacific, both of whom survived the war.<br /><br />God bless those that gave their lives, so that we may live in freedom and those that are serving today around the world, so we may continue to enjoy the precious gift of freedom.Gregory Dunhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12040339851210987036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218847369047626567.post-54132496851011807442010-10-16T13:22:00.000-07:002010-10-16T13:49:25.309-07:00Corea Harbor, Maine - Graphite Drawing: When the Past Becomes a Ghost or Let's Keep Our Working Waterfronts - Working<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-xU4kDu-f_xXm0Shwbhp5B325FdTo8BU-I_bY4Sw_e-zQVxEXgTc0jVFE5nWBwxghXdEoWATSCEO8qsQBThv_iJCPAVpHwh-1bhNfEVXgB1chto5I4j8JewCmr6Uskb_itrZK74lRTDU/s1600/CoreaHarbor1980.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-xU4kDu-f_xXm0Shwbhp5B325FdTo8BU-I_bY4Sw_e-zQVxEXgTc0jVFE5nWBwxghXdEoWATSCEO8qsQBThv_iJCPAVpHwh-1bhNfEVXgB1chto5I4j8JewCmr6Uskb_itrZK74lRTDU/s400/CoreaHarbor1980.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528742718152730498" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Corea Harbor, graphite, 15x22, 1982, Private Collection</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div>I did the above drawing of Corea Harbor, Maine in 1982, years before the gentrification of the waterfront. It always puzzles me why people are attracted to an area by its rustic and picturesque beauty and then proceed to "improve" what attracted them in the first place. Maine is losing far too many of its harbor fronts to gentrification. Unfortunately, when I returned to this location, I was saddened to see, it is no longer worth a second look. It has been "improved" to all of our loss.Gregory Dunhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12040339851210987036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218847369047626567.post-10309143296116309012010-07-24T08:02:00.000-07:002010-08-26T13:26:47.197-07:002010 Dunham Solo Show at Courthouse Gallery, Ellsworth, ME<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">My 2010 solo show opens with a reception at the Courthouse Gallery in Ellsworth on Thursday, July 29th from 5 - 7 pm. There is a catalog featuring some of my available work at the gallery or online: <a href="http://www.courthousegallery.com/pdfs/Dunham2010_web.pdf">Courthouse Gallery 2010 Dunham Catalog</a> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN9aKyc8iNAP0Grb49OGhsqUAsXAnyKzJEsrVDzaXttax898CXPthKX4q6bsZIrviHFlHsg9kwoJtDm4Y4IQw2qi7jqRQFCs4qUCwV8jqJMkkx1vfYXgxoeCnMoKUzQm75hyphenhyphenjX8pV0dsk/s400/Dunham2010_cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497489997178439138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">I will be showing my first five oil paintings added to my ongoing Granite Series watercolors. I </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "> will </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">also have a small oil of the Bucksport waterfront, with beached lobster boats, railroad boxcars and the paper mill, and of course, many new watercolors. The show will run through August 25th.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div>Gregory Dunhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12040339851210987036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218847369047626567.post-2019491140051880272010-05-20T09:52:00.000-07:002010-05-20T09:58:25.747-07:00Searsport Watercolor<div><br /></div><div>My latest watercolor:</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2bK9O3lMFIf9uSPlhQjSSE2BTSSI-pFO9tWJrV2A_aCK644Iub6voNfnXbWgYVzt5eBAYbJfUf8hxJJcPvcOBBTvnjX98oo4L7werduVq8x5H7RQpdb_M-C0rbJlNVqPBWVwAh8oJzZ8/s1600/searsport1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2bK9O3lMFIf9uSPlhQjSSE2BTSSI-pFO9tWJrV2A_aCK644Iub6voNfnXbWgYVzt5eBAYbJfUf8hxJJcPvcOBBTvnjX98oo4L7werduVq8x5H7RQpdb_M-C0rbJlNVqPBWVwAh8oJzZ8/s400/searsport1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473396879998238722" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">"Morning Light, Searsport", 29.5x41.5"</div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div>Gregory Dunhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12040339851210987036noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218847369047626567.post-82223768858428499452010-02-07T06:05:00.000-08:002010-02-08T07:35:10.225-08:0019th Century Hudson River School paintings complement American Paintings Collection at the Hood Museum<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We just returned from a visit with Abby at Dartmouth. While there, she brought us to the Hood Museum to see a magnificent collection of 19th Century Hudson River School paintings on loan from a parent of a Dartmouth student, including among others</span></span></span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, Thomas Cole’s Schroon Lake, 1835–38; John Frederick Kensett’s Landscape (Reminiscence of the White Mountains), 1852; Sanford Robinson Gifford’s Mount Mansfield, 1859; and Albert Bierstadt’s Haying, Conway Mountains (Peace and Plenty, North Conway, New Hampshire), 1864. You can read more about this exhibit by following this link:</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><a href="http://hoodmuseum.dartmouth.edu/about/news/2009-12-news-americanloans.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Private Collection Complements the American Paintings Collection at the Hood Museum</span></span></a></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">One of my favorite works on view is this little gem from the Hood's Permanent Collection, "Below Mt. Manadnock", oil on panel painted around 1913, by </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Abbott Handerson Thayer</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, (American, 1849-1921).</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjitmEGUCpTBrdKR3chGIHwQTjryIIHOKoHpRCBJtyfu1MEBv9mgKpjFBEwrKFLkgDbJWqzDIqtZ40xs13RM5fVfffet1nHcH_yNeVwhX0N5ZOHrezjxudfyqSYaVE5GHYuJrjEnYyXCCA/s1600-h/MtMonadnock.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjitmEGUCpTBrdKR3chGIHwQTjryIIHOKoHpRCBJtyfu1MEBv9mgKpjFBEwrKFLkgDbJWqzDIqtZ40xs13RM5fVfffet1nHcH_yNeVwhX0N5ZOHrezjxudfyqSYaVE5GHYuJrjEnYyXCCA/s400/MtMonadnock.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435505131818750946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></div></span></div><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">In this painting Thayer reverses earlier landscape tradition, by bringing the distant peak into focus and merely suggesting the middle and foreground by an almost calligraphic use of brush strokes.</span></span></span></h3><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Another favorite in the exhibition is </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“The First Thaw”, 1913</span></span></span><span style="font: normal normal normal 13px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Oil on canvas by </span></span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Willard Metcalf </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">,</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(</span></span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">American, 1858-1925)</span></span></span></div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Times"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Times"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFrK08eQuZAOWA0YWDgw14UT9Eihd3glm0DH2W-wpFc5PFmIE-mKOsnUG9xrwhL7K2I5V_WLCKdn_PC1K46PzIlCUQssAQ2FiqA5qIFtSdMVvlKKcFzFTDeZVGtT5WLurhOqY3EvOokV0/s1600-h/Metcalf1.jpeg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFrK08eQuZAOWA0YWDgw14UT9Eihd3glm0DH2W-wpFc5PFmIE-mKOsnUG9xrwhL7K2I5V_WLCKdn_PC1K46PzIlCUQssAQ2FiqA5qIFtSdMVvlKKcFzFTDeZVGtT5WLurhOqY3EvOokV0/s400/Metcalf1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435545274228478786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 363px; " /></a></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Times; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Hood Museum of Art Collection, Dartmouth College</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Times; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Times; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This Painting has a spontaneity and freshness of brushstroke with a wonderful glow of sparkling color that does not show as well in the photo as in person.</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Times; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Times; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "></span></span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="text-align: left;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The exhibit will run through November of this year.</span></span></span></span></span></h3></span><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">There is also an exhibit of Modern and Contemporary Art including a wonderful Rothko and a brilliant Sean Scully, </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">that runs through March 14th.</span></span></span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div></span></h3><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ0pvRpeu5g7LsguC1mlYxQorB9F2hF62D8eFr9OSXJaoilqS5ByjXH432LyExljaJgd_ofbqtaGX1if9lZl5MDdkYrcDirPvxmSB98nk8REO975Bklm2laQ7mSO_SCdwrM0NjLQNi804/s1600-h/scully.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ0pvRpeu5g7LsguC1mlYxQorB9F2hF62D8eFr9OSXJaoilqS5ByjXH432LyExljaJgd_ofbqtaGX1if9lZl5MDdkYrcDirPvxmSB98nk8REO975Bklm2laQ7mSO_SCdwrM0NjLQNi804/s400/scully.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435622983594083378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></div><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Wall of Light Summer", 2005, Oil on Canvas, by Sean Scully</span></span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If you’re up that way, be sure to visit. Admission is free at the Hood Museum.</span></span></span></span></span></h3></span>Gregory Dunhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12040339851210987036noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3218847369047626567.post-30525816384052309622009-12-19T10:43:00.000-08:002009-12-21T08:44:21.950-08:00Introducing the Drawings of Susan A. Cooney<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw-C_yh87qEUMA6u3ct5L4OSaUGq7TCw0rmK5QXCvMVYkBm6_l8B9u2s9TdzoFH09dxFVbvsBpP-JocLHLomBccKfLo8xtjbFa52CjvQXIIPKOIUSFApUB8kWHOdPUc-FDsbKmCKTH4gc/s1600-h/Greg_Susan.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw-C_yh87qEUMA6u3ct5L4OSaUGq7TCw0rmK5QXCvMVYkBm6_l8B9u2s9TdzoFH09dxFVbvsBpP-JocLHLomBccKfLo8xtjbFa52CjvQXIIPKOIUSFApUB8kWHOdPUc-FDsbKmCKTH4gc/s200/Greg_Susan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417028736431743330" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">In this post I’m going to take the opportunity to introduce you to one of Maine’s hidden gems, Susan A. Cooney and her exquisite graphite drawings. I found her and her drawings in a visit to her small Belfast studio, during the December First Friday Art Walk. As you will see, exquisite aptly describes her delicate and sensitively drawn work.</span></span></div><div> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></p></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She lives on a boat and so works in graphite for its portability and out of necessity in such a confined space, but the drawings belie the necessity of space and show a true love and mastery of the medium.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><br /></p></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjItiZed8EnaWNTkfTX0QGROA7V8vTHxKhkkuyg2An1URXR6wOOQO2Igyp0UFwprEtN5alg_twc4slETuT6KTz_dpWQBuEzg1ouGhqKPJ4GfWIMn20_Y_H5OtbwS7iu3p4FhOtwzbx5ikQ/s1600-h/Cooney2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjItiZed8EnaWNTkfTX0QGROA7V8vTHxKhkkuyg2An1URXR6wOOQO2Igyp0UFwprEtN5alg_twc4slETuT6KTz_dpWQBuEzg1ouGhqKPJ4GfWIMn20_Y_H5OtbwS7iu3p4FhOtwzbx5ikQ/s320/Cooney2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417031125507601234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">"Grog Island", Stonington, ME, Graphite Drawing, Susan A. Cooney</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">One wall in her Belfast studio contains a large map, where pushpins indicate all the places along the Maine coast and islands she has visited on her boat and her drawings document these places in all their many moods. </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I’ve provided a friends link to the right, where you can see more of her wonderful work at the Island Institute.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZU8wFWYePf7HklXf9hlbovAJqcGqye96CboJl5LwwbhiuiXKGxNguMdrYI3-qdX7SgIycK4x2fXz5VRZTwN1X69znDzGaVs_XVmXFkSMPtHTcPIVO53d1PcCn4bYz8k3LqKIqwc1JG7w/s1600-h/Cooney4.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZU8wFWYePf7HklXf9hlbovAJqcGqye96CboJl5LwwbhiuiXKGxNguMdrYI3-qdX7SgIycK4x2fXz5VRZTwN1X69znDzGaVs_XVmXFkSMPtHTcPIVO53d1PcCn4bYz8k3LqKIqwc1JG7w/s320/Cooney4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417337762246153522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px; " /></a></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">"The Cranberries", Graphite Drawing, Susan A. Cooney</span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">In other news, I'm the featured artist of the month at the Woodstock Gallery. Maybe it's time to go skiing and buy art.</span></p></span></span></div>Gregory Dunhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12040339851210987036noreply@blogger.com0