The first time I came to Maine was in 2006..I drove from Bangor to Machias for an interview with the hospital. I couldn't understand why those fields were red..I had never seen anything like it before. Then they told me: Blueberry fields..Since then, I have been all over Down East Maine, and I fell in love with them..I always wanted to paint them, but honestly, they are very hard to paint..I used to go up to the barrens in Harrington and get lost in the desert of red. If you ever been there, you'd know what I mean..
This is from a photo of one of my facebook friends. I liked the islands in the distance..I started with a quiet and calm sky. The islands recede peacefully into the distance. However, as I started working on the foreground, I went wild..The grass, the hints of bushes, and the reds all express anxiety, impatience, anger, but most of all a sense of being alive and ready to burst into action.....
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