About My Work
Mary's House
My studio is at the tip of a peninsula. I live and work on the 'nail' of a finger that reaches five miles into Buzzards Bay. It's easy to find on a map or a globe; Fairhaven is snuggled just between New Bedford and Mattapoisett.
It's an area where light is clear and pure. During the hours just after sunrise and just before sunset, the most ordinary images on the Southcoast of Massachusetts become extraordinary. Brilliant splashes of light capture me. Their contrasting shadowed spaces, mysterious and intimate, become secret places in which to hide.
The glimpses, however, are fleeting. The sunlight causes me to squint. A captivating image disappears quickly, but, passing by at the same time each day, it becomes a carefully designed memory. Whether riding on my bike, or driving in the car, in the back of my mind are my empty blocks of watercolor paper, rolls of raw canvas and pristine pads of paper awaiting the stroke of brush or charcoal that records my vision.
The solitude of drawing and painting allows me to return to the mysteriously shadowed spaces that I view from the road. I attempt to share the story that’s unfolding behind the model’s eyes, what's just inside the shaded doorway, or behind the sunlight reflecting off the glass of a storm window.
Click on the links to see examples of work.
It's an area where light is clear and pure. During the hours just after sunrise and just before sunset, the most ordinary images on the Southcoast of Massachusetts become extraordinary. Brilliant splashes of light capture me. Their contrasting shadowed spaces, mysterious and intimate, become secret places in which to hide.
The glimpses, however, are fleeting. The sunlight causes me to squint. A captivating image disappears quickly, but, passing by at the same time each day, it becomes a carefully designed memory. Whether riding on my bike, or driving in the car, in the back of my mind are my empty blocks of watercolor paper, rolls of raw canvas and pristine pads of paper awaiting the stroke of brush or charcoal that records my vision.
The solitude of drawing and painting allows me to return to the mysteriously shadowed spaces that I view from the road. I attempt to share the story that’s unfolding behind the model’s eyes, what's just inside the shaded doorway, or behind the sunlight reflecting off the glass of a storm window.
Click on the links to see examples of work.