My studio is empty! Well, almost empty. Nearly all of my finished paintings (23 of them, to be exact) are currently on display as part of my solo show, "Summits and Sojourns" at the Gallery at WREN in beautiful Bethlehem, New Hampshire from August 2nd through September 2nd. Gallery hours are 11am-6pm daily.
It's been a delightful summer here in New Hampshire. I am gearing up for three in-person art events: Art in the Park in North Conway, NH, August 3-4; SummerFest in Bethlehem, NH, August 10; and a Solo show at The Gallery at WREN in Bethlehem, opening August 2. Hope to see you at one (or all!) of these summer shindigs!
Okay. The title of this post is not true. But here is a picture of an alligator I made in the second grade. When I was a kid we played with die-cast metal toys, traded Garbage Pail Kid cards, walked and rode our bikes to the other side of town (and sometime beyond) completely unattended, and knocked the wind out of ourselves doing penny drops on the jungle gym. Also, I was an artist.
The hiking season is in full swing, but it was only the weekend of June 16, just days before the summer solstice, that I got out on the trails for the first time! Horrors! Fortunately I was invited on a work trip to help guide a fantastic group of hikers to Lakes of the Clouds Hut on Mount Washington in the beautiful White Mountain National Forest in New Hampshire, so off I went!
The story of getting lost, facing my fears, and finding the trail once again.
What's your go-to story when the topic of epic misadventures comes up? This is mine. It's the story of going for a very long run, getting lost, being pursued by imaginary ax murderers, hangng out along the interstate, encountering raptors and scaring middle-aged women.