by C.Kidder on July 8, 2011
I spent the past three days motoring through Maine with my husband. Our first stop was Wiscasset… “One of the Prettiest little towns in Maine” . Usually I’m on my way to Monhegan Island ( where I did the painting above) when I go through this quaint town. The Wiscasset Bay Gallery is filled with beautiful works of Maine Art [...]
by C.Kidder on June 29, 2011
Two days in Vermont just made me want more. Motoring through the mountains and watching the cotton candy clouds drip across the tips of the hills in the early morning made me want to pull over and set up my easel!
A few years ago I spent an entire week exploring Southern Vermont with my brushes…no [...]
by C.Kidder on June 14, 2011
“When our mind grows still, we find within us an unfailing source of supply.”
~ Swami Paramananda
by C.Kidder on May 29, 2011
Staying at the Camelback Inn Resort in Scottsdale Arizona was like visiting another planet. A planet called Paradise. Maybe some people would disagree but living in an unreal world can be very healthy…especially when you’re coming from a place called New England where the Spring that you longed for all winter was nothing more than a [...]
by C.Kidder on May 3, 2011
“KEEP YOUR LOVE OF NATURE, FOR THAT IS THE TRUE WAY TO UNDERSTAND ART BETTER.”
~VINCENT VAN GOGH
by C.Kidder on April 20, 2011
Lines Written in Early Spring…by William Wordsworth
I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind .
To her fair works did Nature link the human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think what man [...]
by C.Kidder on March 18, 2011
Being in N.Y.C. for a few days was like diving into a pool and doing 50 laps…I’m tired but I feel great. The Franklin Hotel on 87th St. was just as described in the book ” New York’s 100 best little hotels” by Allen Sperry. …small but very comfortable rooms. The king sized bed was much [...]
by C.Kidder on March 7, 2011
“What was any art but a mold in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself~life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.”
~WILLA CATHER~ from “The Song of the Lark”