Sunday, September 25, 2011

Adventures in Maine - Portland & Monmouth

The morning started off with Susie and her daughter, Bella.   She is my friend Noah's older sister, and I'm pretty sure I met her in the late 90's on a trip to Rockland to visit Noah.  She was running a restaurant back then but now she is a massage therapist and caters on the side.   We ran into each other recently at a Contemporaries event at the Portland Museum,  but I got to meet Bella and really catch up over a delicious cup of coffee.  She told me of her summer excursions to their sisters place up the Coast in Turkey Cove that I have very fond memories of because I started the windows body of work there.

Then off to June Fitzpatrick's place a few blocks away, also in the West End.  June is the mother hen, grande dame of the Portland art world, I can't think of any one as well respected (well perhaps Mark Bessire).  She has run at least one and often times two commercial galleries in the 17 years I've known her.  She has given many young Maine artists their first shows as well continuing to help and promote their careers.  She loves all of us artists, often greeting me when I stop by the gallery with a "hello sweetie".  I've been to many after opening parties that go until all hours at her place where the wine flows, the food abundant and the most interesting combination of collectors, artists, critics and curators you'll ever meet.  Needless to say, it was a true honor to be able to make her portrait.  And nice to sit in her gorgeous courtyard and drink coffee & eat fruit on a perfect fall day.   One of her artists Sequoia Miller was visiting from New York, so it was nice to catch up with him (I'm pretty sure we knew each other in our youth, but I can't be sure how).

Then off to Monmouth, about 20 minutes west of me to Amy's, also an artist and to meet her husband Mike and very entertaining daughters, Bea and Lilly.  Bea acted as my tour guide, whipped out a gorgeous little charcoal drawing, and gave me many hugs when I left.  Amy and I tried to figure out how we knew each other and which friend would of made the introduction way back in the old school Portland days, wondering if we actually had met in real life.  I'm pretty sure there was a bar or a party involved but the memory isn't what it used to be.  They live in a gorgeous farm house packed full of really cool stuff and Amy has one of the sweetest little studios (full of gorgeous drawings) I've ever seen in the back yard.

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