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 Gloucester , Massachusetts ,
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 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