Artist reception on April 20, from 3 p.m.-6 p.m. Her delightful exhibit of local and exotic landscapes will be on display through June 2.
“To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has it’s own beauty, and, in the same field, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before, and which shall never be seen again.” --Ralph Waldo Emerson
For the last 30+ years I have been a fairly serious Sunday and vacation painter of landscapes in watercolor, but I have never had an easy time dealing with the local landscape. What I liked to paint were expanses of sea, sky or mountains. In northwest Connecticut we are surrounded by a beautiful but complicated landscape, full of masses of vegetation. In 2004 I decided I should conquer my fear of the local landscape and so set myself the task of making a painting a day of the countryside of Cornwall and its surrounding area.
This has been a very enjoyable and rewarding project. For me, painting has become a form of meditation, and hour in the day when I have to concentrate on one thing and one thing only. It is literally impossible to multitask while painting! My daily efforts have also been a form of exercise—visual push ups. I find that after these years of observation I am more aware of daily, even hourly changes in the light and color of my surroundings. Even in January, when the watercolors began to freeze inside the car, I have always been happy to spend that hour painting what was in front of me.
I am in love with the fields of this corner of the world. Many of these paintings were made in the field in front of the house where I grew up. This field is, without doubt, my favourite place in the world. A field can be an expansive mirror of the sky or a small room in the woods. It can be bounded by trees, water, mountains, or only the sky itself. Dramas of light and shadow occur at the edges of fields, or around the islands of rocks and copses that sail through their midst. Seasons bring change, but now I see the longer changes that happen from year to year. A tree falls and light comes to a new place. A wet summer comes and fields that were last year an open floor of green become now a textured wall of flowers. If there is a snowy winter, when the snow melts the field is a lake of lavender reflecting the setting sun. A dry winter brings standing red flames of grass in the low light.
For this show I have also included paintings from some of the wild and beautiful places that my husband, Dave Colbert, and I have had the pleasure of visiting in the last few years.