The dazzling uncertainty of it.

Colette’s Story

Rural Maine’s changing landscape is this and more.

My cousin also favored words attributed to Mark Twain. “If you don’t like the weather, wait a minute,” he’d say. 80 years lobstering, so I didn’t question him.

In February of 2020, I moved permanently back home to Maine’s Mid-Coast.

To make it official, we dug a big hole in the side of a hill for a house and art studio.

I overlook a “great” pond, one of the state’s literally thousands of lakes. Mine includes a view of Ragged Mountain, at least, on a clear day…

Breath in and then out and change your perspective.

The gentle rise and fall of your chest, even a single blink, changes what you see. Paint can do this for you: give you a number of moments, not just one moment, and coax you into experiencing those moments over time.

  • Cold glass shards in your lungs. The frozen pond, still in motion.

  • Early Spring fire vs. cold cool blues.

  • The scratchy earth beneath your feet still belongs to the winter, for now.

  • Soft, considerate dusk but only in the warm Summer months.

Ink blue skies. Moonlight’s green-gold tinge, splattered about. Values shaped by the landscape.