It's Labor Day tomorrow and this house, this view, has that poignant summer feeling. I can remember early September in Maine, when I was a child, and how we'd do all of our favourite things one last time before the end of summer and the drive back to NYC. Our friends, the Sullivans, bought the house from an islander, Winslow, and lovingly restored it beyond its former glory.
Thinking of Deibenkorn, I played with their view, looking at a black and white photo, turning it over, reversing the shapes in my monotype way. My childhood friend Don designed the porch and another friend Michael constructed it. As I made the monotype, I was not only sailing into colour and light, but into the past and a place that I love.
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