lay low


oil on linen

 in private collection

sold through Edgewater Gallery

I stayed this summer with a dear friend at a small guest house
that defines the word ‘charming.’ The Yoder/McGinley Black House
Farm in Tinmouth, Vermont changed my opinion about the choice to
‘paint it black.’ The spruce trees reaching across the building, trying
to clasp hands, remained a quiet and poignant image.

As I painted in my studio, the lyrics of a song by the musicians
Shovels and Rope kept coming into my head:

So lay low baby
Just for a little while more
If you can’t keep waiting
I will find my way back to your door