Winter 2018-19 Thoreau's Cape Cod at the Truro Center for The Arts
04th January 2019
I am thinking about my experience while in residence at the Truro Center for the Arts at Castle Hill on the Outer Cape www.castlehill.org.
I was there in November and the weather was harrowing - cold, windy, fierce.
I suppose this was a gift although I was cursing it at the time -- racing to a site before the clouds moved in. The clouds win.
Castle Hill is a unique place for artists - a jumping-off point to the outer limits.
After I got home I noticed the listing on the Truro Center website which outlines some of my intentions for my visit - See below. I had read Thoreau's Cape Cod before arriving in Truro but did not look at materials I brought with me. I wanted to face my surroundings without thinking too much.
The power of the Outer Cape is startling. Who knew?
While working on some of my collages I visited Thoreau again and a few pieces fell into place.
- Long Beach, Gloucester 2015
Below is my first shoot at Race Point, Provincetown.
I was the only person on the beach. Although the sea grass looks billowy and softly inviting, the wind knocked me over.
Looking East - Wellfleet
I was there in November and the weather was harrowing - cold, windy, fierce.
I suppose this was a gift although I was cursing it at the time -- racing to a site before the clouds moved in. The clouds win.
Castle Hill is a unique place for artists - a jumping-off point to the outer limits.
After I got home I noticed the listing on the Truro Center website which outlines some of my intentions for my visit - See below. I had read Thoreau's Cape Cod before arriving in Truro but did not look at materials I brought with me. I wanted to face my surroundings without thinking too much.
The power of the Outer Cape is startling. Who knew?
While working on some of my collages I visited Thoreau again and a few pieces fell into place.
- Long Beach, Gloucester 2015Below is my first shoot at Race Point, Provincetown.
I was the only person on the beach. Although the sea grass looks billowy and softly inviting, the wind knocked me over.
Looking East - Wellfleet