Seeing It Through

Seeing it through…the shrouds

It began when the sun broke through.
Standing on the deck of the Charles W. Morgan, in the seaport village of Mystic, on a cloudy October
morning, I was studying the pattern of ropes and getting lost in the tarry darkness of her shrouds.
When suddenly the gun metal gray sky split apart and sunlight filled the ship.
Through the rigging, and across to the other side of the dock,
it sent a brilliant shaft that lit up the towering masts of the Amistad*.

The sunlight washed over now glowing wooden surfaces, highlighting and warming the white of the sails as they spilled over the lines and ropes which gathered them loosely to the iron rings.

I was once again moved by the power of the Muses who so often shove me into “seeing”
something deeper in what was right before my eyes.

But the story didn’t end there, bathed in all that revelatory sunlight.

When I got home to the studio and began to study both my sketches and reference shots I did some research into the history of the Amistad, the one at Mystic being a reproduction of the original slave transport vessel, and found my way to a stunning photograph of the ship sailing fully rigged and sailing on the water.
Talk about the sun breaking through…

After much soul searching I did something I have never done. I contacted the photographer to humbly ask permission to use her image as a reference. Within minutes I heard back from Caryn B. Davis with a gracious response and nod of ok. The afternoon I spent wiggling down the rabbit hole learning about her and the
stunning images she captures of gardens, landscape architecture, and from her travel adventures and perusing her articles and books on her website was magical. Treat yourselves with a look.*

Permission in hand, the composition now took on a completely different narrative. The Amistad I had first seen in Mystic was docked for repairs and maintenance. Beautiful in her bare bones, the rigging and mast details were telling one story. One in which the patina of weather and sailor’s toil was alive. 

Then I got a glimpse of her glory through Caryn’s lens.

The Amistad, sails alive with sunlight and billowing with ocean breezes,
brought the exuberance of adventure on the high seas bursting through the doors,
into the studio, and before me on the easel.

The high seas.

A place where my head had been living in earnest for most of the winter. At sea and onboard ships.
Massive old wooden sailing vessels. And one ship in particular.

I have signed on to a fascinating citizen scientist project and now spend the early hours of my days up in my studio loft reading and editing the log book for the US Jamestown. Focusing on her voyages starting just
before the outbreak of the Civil War in June of 1861. Every corner of my world is now brimming with books of reference for all things maritime and US history from that era. From the now well thumbed copy of The Sailor’s Word Book to books about how to rig a ship, tie all manner of knots, the history of the US Navy,
genealogy of the Civil War Era and how to make sense of some very flowery handwriting and grammar written 200 years ago.

There is a huge and ongoing learning curve for me embarking on this log editing voyage. It is challenging and thrilling on every level. Every time I get to transcribe the words…”BEAT TO QUARTERS !!!” I scream them out like Captain Jack Aubrey. I have spent over 260 swashbuckling hours at the easel listening
to the entire Aubrey/Maturin Series written by Patrick O’Brian.

Making vivid every sensation and detail of life aboard those sailing ships, Master and Commander was my Master Class and helped to illustrate many of the “obscure to me” terms and words I have been trying to
interpret from the Jamestown log book.  I know where an Iron Norman goes, what the punishment is for dropping a marlin spike from aloft, and I can Holystone a deck in any fathom.

This full on emersion has permeated every corner of my world.
Along with the new reference books, the shelves of the library are filling up with old ink wells and pens, bits of rope that I’ve used for knot tying practice, and boxes of wooden ship models are there waiting to be tackled. And it has filtered down through the Muses and into the subjects…
and objects…in many of this year’s paintings.

  The synesthesia of ocean, islands in the ocean, history, maritime and otherwise,
the images the muses bounce around inside my brain, the images I see outside my studio windows
and the studio itself have all merged into the arching narrative of the Granary Gallery 2024 Show…

Seeing It Through.

Notes and Links

*Caryn B. Davis Photography

carynbdavis.com

*From the Mystic Seaport Website and Discovering Amistad:

mysticseaport.org

discoveringamistad.org


        “In 1839, Mende captives from Sierra Leone took control of the ship transporting them to slavery, the Amistad. Unable to navigate back to Africa, the ship was captured and towed into the port of New London in Connecticut. The Mende were faced with slavery or execution, and their cause was taken up by many residents throughout Connecticut. U.S. Circuit and District courts ruled in favor of the Mende. This case was then appealed to the U.S. Supreme Court and in 1841 this court agreed with the lower court decisions and the Mende captives were ordered freed. The vessel on display is a reproduction of that ship. It was built at the Mystic Seaport Museum Shipyard and launched in 2000.

    The Amistad is an iconic representation of the fight for justice and freedom in the United States and beyond. Discovering Amistad is a non-profit educational organization that provides year-round programming, inviting children and adults to discover the story of the Amistad and its impact on Connecticut and the nation through the present day. The 128-foot replica of the
schooner and the lessons of the Uprising aboard it in 1839 provide the foundation to explore the concepts of
freedom, power, justice and equality.

          Since its establishment in 2015, Discovering Amistad has welcomed thousands of visitors aboard the ship to provide insights into Connecticut and the nation’s history through the lens of a floating classroom.

          In addition to a classroom curriculum, in recent months, the organization has expanded its programming to offer online
learning, dockside education and leadership training, and magnified its partnerships to address injustice, promote diversity and facilitate conversations about the role we all must play in dismantling systemic racism.

       As the nation continues to wrestle with the painful realities of racism and oppression in our society, the lessons of the Amistad, and the fulfillment of Discovering Amistad’s mission have never been more relevant.”

Save the Date…

Time.

It flys by when you are sitting at the easel.

Head down and brushes flying.

And since my last blog entry was over 8 months ago, I’d say it’s time to re-enter the sphere of social communication and see how everyone is doing out there.

It’s a sizzling summer and by now, most of you who are under the massive dome of excessive heat have at least one new way to keep cool. You gardeners out there are definitely getting creative with watering techniques. The/We Boomers amongst us have finally given in to comfortable orthopedic shoes and jar openers. The great grandbabies of we boomers are proudly parading in their Pride onesies. And our canine companions are slowly beating their tails to a different drummer just to keep their cool vibes going.

Here in the studio things are also heating up.

The annual Granary Gallery Show date is visible on the calendar and we are getting excited. For the first time since the pandemic shifted all our worlds Herself and myself….and Maggie will be attending the show opening in person !

None of this virtual phoning in nonsense. We are looking forward to seeing all of you and reminding you just how much your support, friendship and patronage means to us.

The Muses threw a curveball right around spring training time and gave me a theme to work with for this year’s show.

Seeing It Through

I’ve had some months now to work with this creative challenge and am going to see if I can convey the journey in the Painter’s Notes. Keep an eye out for them in the coming weeks.

The annual rollout of new paintings will happen early this year so stay tuned for that as well.

In the meantime here is a teaser…

Stay frosty out there and we’ll see you soon,

H

Gallery 1261 – Small Works Show

Ready for some new paintings ?

A bit of garden graces ?

Some teacup love ?

Well I bring you all of that and more with these two new works which are winging their way out west to Gallery 1261 in Denver Colorado. My garden friends are floating out there on whisps of thistles and gossiping among the sunflower petals with stories of color and light from the new studio.

The show opens soon…
November 11, 2023 and runs through the beginning of December. Perfect for holiday viewing and brightening up these shortening days.

Sending you all manner of light and love from the warm and cozy autumn studio… me.

All the Gossip – 18 x 14

Thistle Whisps – 14 x 18

Multum in Parvo

It’s been a quiet week in Lake Wobegon…

Was it only a week ago that we were gathering here in anticipation of the Granary Show Opening …

I’m up in the office loft writing this post and listening to WMVY, the Vineyard Radio station, and of course after composing that last sentence they began playing the Dead’s Uncle John’s Band…oh oh oh where does the time go ?

Those silly Muses…Ted being the most funnest among them.

I’m happy to report that the news from the gallery is delightful with red dots accumulating and generously positive comments from viewers. There seems to be particular interest in one very small detail…a single drop of water…

Photo Credit Barbarella Fokos… and here’s a pic of Barb and David and his mom at the opening…

Photo Credit Katie Morse (Gallerista)

Barb also drew my attention to the section of my website, The Road, which features their Feature Film…Visions of Home and which had one of those broken link things. Happy to report I have fixed that this morning so here again is the proper link to view a trailer and have the option to rent or buy the film…just click on the image below.

WMVY has moved on to Robert Cray’s “The forecast calls for pain” …well it’s been a cloudy morning with spits of rain so…

I’m going to address the mountain of paperwork just to the left of this keyboard now but out of the corner of my eye I can see the library below with the studio motto hanging in gold leaf above the hearth
which is the all and the only thing to say about that single drop of water…

Have a wonderful late summer day and enjoy the littlest of details.

It’s Showtime !!!

A grand good morning to all of you readers friends and patrons alike…

It dawns bright here in the studio with some cooler weather drifting in so we can throw open the windows and clear out the cobwebs. With the first cup of coffee firing up the neurons I’m heading out to the garden to find a shady spot to weed. Glory days.

It’s hard to be here and not there, on the island, ironing my show shirt and getting ready to see well loved faces at the show opening and a surprise wave of sadness washed over me last night. We are so grateful for the beloved gallery family who I know will be there for us to represent and to shine a light as they do for all their artists. if you are on the Vineyard and headed to the gallery please give them each a hug for us. They are good huggers.

This morning I’m going to wipe away those tears and go to the happy place of tending to the tenders outside. Time to get a jump on starting the fall crops. Maggie wants to start with the mountain of dirt that we’ve been slowly shoveling into the new kitchen beds. Sounds good to me. Then when the sun moves a bit we can settle in to clear the asparagus bed of all that creeping Charlie.

Herself is clearing off the porch so we can enjoy a fresh tomato sandwich for lunch. Our pal Maureen is coming with an armful of cheeses and while those two watch the tennis match Maggie and I may just spend the afternoon at the easel listening for the whisper of Muses.

Wherever these words and paintings find you I hope there is a bushel of light, a wheelbarrow full of laughter and teacup full of peace.

Library Dreams

Welcome to my new studio
this is one corner of the library
my dream library
where all of the books
and props
and collections of treasures
have finally gotten a place
to play together.

It is a deeply meaningful space
designed after the Trinity library in Dublin
with ebony stained graduating shelves
and gold leafed alphabet letters
climbing next to tall fluted columns.

To sit in this space
in an early morning light
with the stove lit and beginning to warm
surrounded by my familiars
is dreaming my biggest dream.

To make something of an overture
and by way of marking new adventures
the Muses chose Moby Dick
as the very first book to pull from the shelves.

Sitting in my captains chair
tucked inside of this literary snug
felt the very essence of being inside of a whaleship
and I was every full measure
of CS Lewis’ “Surprised by Joy”
each morning as I read.

Here’s a peek behind the curtain
at my Library Dreams
sitting in
my dream library
which is sorta fun.

Little Lady

Another gift from my early spring wanderings
this familiar peek behind the fishing shacks
in Menemsha was brought into a different kind of focus
which only a winter of island weather could provide.

I’ve taken hundreds of photos from this vantage point
over the decades but in the three growing seasons of the year
that bank across the water is a wall of green vines and scrub oak
which all but obscures the old wooden stairways
and hides most of the foundations and some of the porches.

On this day in late March
there was the barest hint of warming sap beginning to run
into the tips of the shrubbery and the capillaries of the tree branches
a glowing harbinger of the promises of spring.

I wrote in the Coast Guards notes of the peaceful solitude
that accompanied me on the walk around the harbor that day
I was able to stand in this scalloped niche
for an extended time of totally uninterrupted observation
watching and listening to the light play with the reflections
and the water lapping the mossy pilings
the breeze whispering through the rigging
and the ropes slackening
then pulling taught
over and over and over again
in a rhythm as old as the sea itself.

Coast Guards

One unexpected gift
of being on the island of Martha’s Vineyard in March
is the season of solitude.

While winter has snuggled the humans
behind closed doors
the verdant thickets of vegetation
along stone walled roadways
have fallen back to sleep
throwing open an early spring curtain
to reveal new and ever deepening
glimpses into old and familiar views.

And with those newly opened views
came the added blessing
of exploring the island in deep silence and peace.

The contrast of the bustling tourist season
with the quiet stillness of the winter
was sublime.

Happening upon this Menemsha moment
is the perfect example.

With Pat and Jane and Maggie
safely tucked into their recliners
I walked the sandy road
down to the beach
where the lifeguard chair
was the sole onlooker
back down the wooden dock
where the only sound
was the basin water lapping on the boats
up and over Crick’s hill
then out back of the Galley
where the every single post and rooftop
rail and piling had one seagull
sitting or lying as if on their lunch breaks.

Full disclosure
I cheated a bit here
In the real world
on that late March morning
there was one other human to be seen
I came upon him when I had drifted
further out that dock
just past the coast guard station
as I was looking back across the water
he was behind me coming ashore
from a morning of scalloping
I nodded
he said it was a beautiful day
and that was that
except that here
I turned him around.

When I started this painting
it was all about the solitude
and that peace
and quiet
with only the gulls standing guard
but it is a working village
and one lone fisherman
enjoying the sun and the sea
and a peaceful walk to work
seemed to tell a better story.

Moorings

A peaceful gentle cove
that curves around a back corner of Menemsha Pond.

A favorite lunch spot for island tradesmen
and when we pulled up in late March
there was a small van in the little lot
with its window rolled down
and the glimpse of  an old workshirt sleeved arm
resting on the sill
holding half of a homemade sandwich.

Maggie needed to stretch her legs
and I saw an interesting painting prospect up ahead
curious about all those bobbing bubbles floating
so we left the ladies in the car to keep chatting
grabbed the camera and took to the beach.

One of my hearts’ most favorite things to do is spend time with Jane.
Two of my hearts’ most cherished things to do is to listen to Pat and Jane
solve all of the world’s problems and to laugh together.

Couple one and two with roaming the island
exploring painting ideas on a beach walk with Maggie
while listening to Pat and Jane laugh in the distance…yep it’s priceless
and in this case also hilarious.

I had left Jane in the front passengers’ seat
Pat buckled in directly behind her
with both of their windows open
right next to, but a bit behind, the open window of the van
and trust me
when these ladies get to talking and laughing
they can be heard all the way down at the end of the beach.

I’m still wondering what that tradesman took home from their conversation.

I love the stillness
of these early spring moorings
lapped gently by the swells
and soaking up the sun
while they wait patiently
for their families to return…

and the echo of old lady giggles across the pond.

The Watering

I’m being told
by voices shouting just over my shoulder
that this one is all down to
THE MUSES.

Well ok then.

Returning from our magical early spring visit to the island
awash in the memories of fields of daffodils
it was fun to find a few of our own blooming in the studio garden.

This is a year of transition for the gardens
after a year of construction and heavy machinery ripping it all up
and sending well established roots hither and thither.

I was expecting
indeed looking forward to
starting all over again with a blank verdant slate.

But Mother Nature finds a way
and we found a few stalwart blooms fighting through the mud and straw
and were greeted at home with a tiny bunch of daffodils for the picking.

What’s that ?
Oh yes, sorry, THE MUSES !!!

Anyhow…
I was sitting in the new studio library going through old sketch books for new ideas
when I came upon some sketches done years ago.
I had called Herself over to the yard to help with a still life
by holding a teacup
over a watering can
which was supposed to be full of …
yep
daffodils.

It had been a last minute idea
and there were only two blooms left at the time
but as an artist we can fake these kind of things
think pre-CGI super powers.

Alas,
not all ideas for paintings make the first cut
and as this one did
get left to percolate in old sketchbooks
until
wait for it…

THE MUSES !!!!!!!!

Since a theme was beginning to blossom
for this year’s Granary Gallery show
it seemed fitting
or rather I was told in no uncertain terms that it was time
to resurrect this composition
and bring it to the easel.

It was totally my idea to put the watering can on the bluff.
TOTALLY.

But yes,
I’m always grateful
for those voices over my shoulder.
Ok yes…

THANK YOU LADIES !!!