When you’re born in Maine, you’re always from Maine. Maine never leaves you. My mother’s family arrived in Bristol in the 1700s, and on Sproul Hill in the 1800s. A piece of me will always be there. Maine gives me history, a sense of belonging, an appreciation of nature.
My landscapes revisit the sky, the ocean and the meadows around Pemaquid: painting them returns me to my spectacular Maine roots. The images here reflect my love of the place, my people.
The women in my life inspire me with their quiet strength, and their ability to smile in the face of adversity. My art blends their folk icons with my own (and those of my grandmothers’ that I have found in their quilts and rugs at the farmhouse in Bristol), anchoring us to landscapes both remembered and imagined. I layer history in my mediums and in the stories I share.