Granary Gallery 2025 Show

Sprinting like Jorge Mateo after a sac fly from Rutch, flying around third and losing my helmet on the way towards home base…
I am chugging my way into the home stretch…
and running out of time.
So this year I will offer the New Painting “Rollout” into 4 groups of threes.

The first of these present three “studio” paintings.
Qualified as thus because they capture, in still life, glimpses behind the scenes of the new, now very much a hard scrabble working, studio.

I’ll give them each a blog post all their own so you can absorb the Painter’s Notes, take a walk in the garden and brew a fresh cup of tea in between.

Enjoy, Heather


That ship has sailed…

A metaphor which applies to this painting on both literal and ironic levels.

Both ships imagined together in this composition, The Amistad and The Charles W. Morgan, have recently sailed out of the Granary Gallery and on to the walls of an island patron.

Which means the image meets the criteria for being offered as a print in the HN Studio Print Gallery.

And that brings me to the reckoning with the rising costs of everything involved in making those prints, from ink (which is the most expensive liquid on the planet… a Jeopardy answer that I guessed at and got right !), to the paper and the packaging tubes, etc. But last week when I sent the Head of the Shipping Department…Herself…on a mission to drop a print order off at UPS she called from the counter to say they wanted almost $70 to ship that tube. An almost $50 increase since the last one we shipped.

After a couple weeks of scratching my head and investigating other options we think we have a reasonable plan to use the USPS and have settled on a flat rate of $25 for shipping. That covers most of the shipping fees that we use to absorb without raising the price of the prints themselves.

Caught up in the wave of the cost of doing business …the ship of free shipping… has sailed.

Meanwhile the brushes are flying in the studio and fired up for a long winter of painting.

We appreciate every one of you who has supported us and the work over the years and are grateful to have you along for the ride.

Best wishes for a happy new year to all !

She’s Got My Back

Seeing it through…the crack of dawn

She’s behind my chair as I write
and finish this last Painter’s Note
though it is the other end of the day from this painting
and the light is different on her fur

and she’s really tired of me sitting up here in the loft
all
day.

Maggie’s favorite treat is still sweet peas
and this spring I planted them close enough for her to help herself.

She still loves her sticks
and keeps a stockpile by the studio front door to share with special guests.

She’s fearless in the face of woodchucks
and tolerant of chipmunks.

She has a deep abiding affection for
everyone.

And she always
always
has my back.

Homeward Bound

Seeing it through…the eyes of a voyageur

If you read the notes from the painting, Seeing It Through, you will understand
where much of this still life came from.

Set in my library, sadly not on the USS Jamestown, you may recognize that inkwell,
and though I use the pen not the quill I have tried to write with it.

The little oil lamp lives on a library shelf…patiently waiting
and the signal flags are never in the same place when I search for them in the new studio.

The eyeglasses and this journal itself were handed to me by C. Morse himself.

As was typical for the time period
when paper didn’t grow on trees
someone in the last two hundred years used the first half of this old whaling journal for a scrapbook
carefully gluing religious tracts and society news clippings all the heck over entire pages.

But the last few pages were free of this detritus and in the most exquisite script,
which I didn’t even try to render, the captain or probably boatswain recorded the comings and goings
of the last days of a several years’ long whaling adventure of the ship Java out of New Bedford.

Even today the log entries of a commercial fishing vessel differ from that of a naval vessel.
The 1861 log I am editing mostly lists weather, reckoning data, who got thrown into irons
and the occasional details of the odd court martial.

The Java’s log book reads more like a journal
and we learn of the cases of scurvy and birds that follow the ship.

And on at least one page, revealed under the corner of the pasted clippings,
were those drawings of whales. It was common to illustrate the ones they captured,
perhaps by way of some kind of inventory and documentation.

This was the final entry
written as they had Cuttyhunk in sight
which means they were sailing past the Aquinnah lighthouse as he put down the pen
…homeward bound.

Red Beet Eggs

Seeing it through…the garden gate

I have had this painting title in my sketchbooks for years.

Came close to getting it up on the easel a few times and the Muses were excited
but I let myself be swayed by nay sayers.

My studio is in Pennsylvania and there were some folks here who thought nobody else
in the world would know about the regional tradition of pickling eggs with red beets.

This is the first year that my new kitchen garden beds have been full of dirt and
enough compost to plant some crops and the first seeds in the ground were red beets.

They did famously and when the first batch was ready to be harvested
I got a fresh panel up on the easel ready to go.

I chose to leave out the sugar and sweet onion and spices from this composition
but for those following along with the “Recipe Series” I layer slices of onions, cooked beets, hard boiled eggs and spices then mix, with the beet juice left behind after cooking them…a cup of sugar, a cup of vinegar and basically empty the spice cabinet into it then pour to fill the mason jars.

The longer the eggs are in the jar the deeper purple they get and the sweet savory flavor they absorb
makes for a nice and colorful addition to a salad or a lunch packed for the beach.

My advice…

Listen to your Muses
not the naysayers
and paint what you want.

School’s Out

Seeing it through…the eyes of a child

The day after the Derby ended
there was a moment
in the very late afternoon
in the very late fall
when I was buzzing the bite.

I parked at the beach
to wait for my chowder to cool
and I noticed the birds
fighting the frigid wind
had stopped for their own reasons.

I smiled to see the youngster
heading out to the rocky pier
sun dancing on the tip of his fishing pole
and then noticed
that all of the fishermen were kids.

You could tell
because they were running
and jumping
and helping each other
secure their lures
and their hats.

I opened the bag
of oyster crackers
pulled down my hat
thought about
how good it felt to run.

Scallop Season

Seeing it through…the seasons

I’ve watched the hinges
on this fishing shack door
go through a rich transformation.

My knees were new
when the galvanized grey
was still shiny

My shoulders could carry
the youngest grandchild
when the rust took hold

My eyes were clear
when the bottom one
was replaced

My hands could still
knit sweaters
when the paint started to chip

Now
as you can see
most of the white wash is gone
the screws have given way
and the bottom swings out
when a nor’easter blows across the pond

We’ve seen a lot of seasons
but we’ve both lived
to tell some tales

Pond Gate

Seeing it through…the front door

I just figured out #24 across.
The clue…
Beachfront house asset.
4 letters.

The answer is this painting.

So if you were to stand inside of the painting Stone Shadows
and walked through the stone all and up that grassy slope
keep going along the left side of the house
and turn to your left.

This is your view.

Which is also the answer.

To every difficult puzzle
you have ever had to solve.