Around this time of year, when I'm hemmed in by snow and busy with work deadlines and back-to-back art events, I find myself thinking of Maine. I realize this has nothing to do with the reality of Maine at this time of year; Maine is colder than Philadelphia and usually gets a lot more snow. What I'm really dreaming about is summer in Maine--the greens and blues, the balsam-scented breeze, and my beloved Long Pond.
I recently completed a portrait of my friend Nan that epitomizes that feeling. It's called Right Here.
