Was on Exhibit at the Mystic Arts Center, Mystic, Connecticut
This painting was displayed at the Mystic Arts Center in Mystic, CT, and is now at the Corinthian Yacht Club exhibit in Essex, CT. You can almost hear the waves crashing on the rocks and smell the sea air. The painting is capturing you, the viewer, and moving you toward the lighthouse in the distance, and back around through the water. It is important to be able to visually enter the composition, and hang around for awhile, and then exit.
That day, (at Beavertail Park) I was getting nervous because the artist lost all track of time, and got back to the car later than planned. Well, maybe I was only a little nervous because I ate part of our picnic lunch, and if he took any longer, I would have finished everything. Lucky for him he got back in plenty of time for his portion of the meal.
It turned out to be a lovely outing in Rhode Island, and “Beavertail Lighthouse, Rhode Island” is on exhibit and for sale at the Yacht Club until Labor Day 2014.
“Beavertail Lighthouse” was conceived on a beautiful, June day. Dan and I decided to do a picnic at Beavertail Park in Rhode Island, and of course, that meant easel, paints, canvas, camera, sketch pad, not to mention the food. Going somewhere with an artist sometimes is worse than travelling with a baby. We left very early so Dan could catch all the appropriate lighting and have enough time to paint-“en plein air” (in the open air).
When we got to the park, he was most excited because there were so many places and vistas and light to do justice to many compositions. He dragged all of his “stuff” across a field, over rocks, and then disappeared. And on the car seat was his cell phone. So much for being able to call in case he fell down the little cliff–more food for me. I settled in on a lawn chair, book, and drink in hand and was happy–perhaps a nap a little later.
I watched the clouds puff on by, and Dan captured the cloud formations and incredible blue of the sky on his canvas. Standing in front of the painting, I feel as if I am transported back to that wonderful June day. Right now, on this June day in Connecticut, it is raining, but I still have my memories. That is exactly what a painting should do, bring back memories or emotions.
“Summer Stroll by the Sea” was recently on display at the Yacht Club, and will be heading to the Acton Library, Old Saybrook, CT for the July 2014 Exhibit. Dan is the featured artist for the month of July. Always enjoy being at this library….
Hope you enjoy the following poem…..I enjoy pairing up poetry with Dan’s work…..
Hampton Beach (a poem by John Greenleaf Whittier)
THE SUNLIGHT glitters keen and bright,
Where, miles away,
Lies stretching to my dazzled sight
A luminous belt, a misty light,
Beyond the dark pine bluffs and wastes of sandy gray.
The tremulous shadow of the Sea!
Against its ground
Of silvery light, rock, hill, and tree,
Still as a picture, clear and free,
With varying outline mark the coast for miles around.
On—on—we tread with loose-flung rein
Our seaward way,
Through dark-green fields and blossoming grain,
Where the wild brier-rose skirts the lane,
And bends above our heads the flowering locust spray.
Ha! like a kind hand on my brow
Comes this fresh breeze,
Cooling its dull and feverish glow,
While through my being seems to flow
The breath of a new life, the healing of the seas!
Now rest we, where this grassy mound
His feet hath set
In the great waters, which have bound
His granite ankles greenly round
With long and tangled moss, and weeds with cool spray wet.
Good-by to Pain and Care! I take
Mine ease to-day
Here where these sunny waters break,
And ripples this keen breeze, I shake
All burdens from the heart, all weary thoughts away.
I draw a freer breath, I seem
Like all I see—
Waves in the sun—the white-winged gleam—
Of sea-birds in the slanting beam—
And far-off sails which flit before the south-wind free.
So when Time’s veil shall fall asunder,
The soul may know
No fearful change, nor sudden wonder,
Nor sink the weight of mystery under,
But with the upward rise, and with the vastness grow.
And all we shrink from now may seem
No new revealing;
Familiar as our childhood’s stream,
Or pleasant memory of a dream
The loved and cherished Past upon the new life stealing.
Serene and mild the untried light
May have its dawning;
And, as in summer’s northern night
The evening and the dawn unite,
The sunset hues of Time blend with the soul’s new morning.
I sit alone; in foam and spray
Wave after wave
Breaks on the rocks which, stern and gray,
Shoulder the broken tide away,
Or murmurs hoarse and strong through mossy cleft and cave.
What heed I of the dusty land
And noisy town?
I see the mighty deep expand
From its white line of glimmering sand
To where the blue of heaven on bluer waves shuts down!
In listless quietude of mind,
I yield to all
The change of cloud and wave and wind
And passive on the flood reclined,
I wander with the waves, and with them rise and fall.
But look, thou dreamer!—wave and shore
In shadow lie;
The night-wind warns me back once more
To where, my native hill-tops o’er,
Bends like an arch of fire the glowing sunset sky.
So then, beach, bluff, and wave, farewell!
I bear with me
No token stone nor glittering shell,
But long and oft shall Memory tell
Of this brief thoughtful hour of musing by the Sea.
Wishing you a good one……
Us….Nancy (the blogger) and Dan (the artist)