The first snölykta of the season.
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A two mile long path unfolds through wetlands, logging trails and high ridges overlooking beaver marshes. The one hundred and ten acres of land is managed by the Conservation Commission and Forestry Committee. It was created by volunteers in 1991.
A vernal pond under the heavy canopy of an old growth section of forest.
At the highest point, one can see down this steep ridge to a vast marshland in the distance.
There are lots of sunny patches in this forest due to “skid trails” or wood harvested areas.
The last harvest was done in 1990.
A tightly grouped cluster of young maples along the path.
Some of the vegetation includes poisonous sumac and a rare colony of rhododendron native to North America.
In 1983, a man by the name of Gilbert Knowles offered the Dowst-Cate Town Forest to the public. He wrote to the officials saying, “I have always had a warm place in my heart for Deerfield (and) I would be happy to do something for Deerfield.” His wishes were that this property be used as a “town forest and park”.
This Spring, I let the garden go to weeds, sorry, I mean pioneer plants and planted a few new flowers here and there. As usual, the milkweed brought lots of bumble bees, honey bees and butterflies. Stay tuned for ‘In a small corner of the world, there is a garden, Summer 2016.’
Finding adequate light for this piece proved to be more difficult than expected. The sun wanted to be very white, as well as the floor and the ceiling. I kept adding more and more gesso to get the intensity of light. I also wanted to get a more static feel to the piece by applying small particles of wax, but each time, I scraped off more and more of the ‘atmosphere’ to create a smoother appearance. This painting wanted the cool, uncomplicated feeling I started with in the early sketches. I couldn’t veer off from that path as much as I tried. The image remains very simple. ‘Sunrise’ is apart of the bleedthrough (past) series; a series of rooms that have a long perspective with light or darkness at their farthest point. They are abandoned rooms of another time, crumbling away, but at the same time, being filled with a light that remembers. What might appear as an office area, is now empty and the only life is the sun.
channeling the abstract 