watercolor and gouache on paper, 2018.
Painting the other day, and a memory surfaced as it took shape on the paper. It was fifteen or so years ago, a day spent with my mother, Patricia Macneil, in
her home town. We spent a drizzly spring day exploring, revisiting places and
stories strong in her memory. For some reason I really wanted to find the place
called Wheeler’s Point, and we ended up alongside the tidal, liminal wash of
the Gloucester, Massachusetts . Annisquam River
All this returned about halfway through the process of making this watercolor, and I had the sensation, as I moved the paint, of an old Polaroid paradoxically dissolving and developing at the same time. Two days later now, and I am grateful for the rising of this memory to the surface. -KMB