
A journal by composer and writer Kevin Macneil Brown, detailing the creative process.
Sunday, June 05, 2011
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Another Shore Remembered

Painting by Kevin Macneil Brown, watercolor on paper, May 2011
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Lately, I've been visited by sudden, strong memories of certain times and places--particular shorescapes I've experienced. After these memories come upon me, I spend time--over the course of a few days, usually-- refining the images within my mind. Once they are clear to the recall, I begin to paint...
-kmb
Monday, May 16, 2011
Saturday, May 14, 2011
this one morning...
Sunday, May 08, 2011
Good Harbor, Remembered May Morning

Painting by Kevin Macneil Brown, watercolor on paper, 2011
There are certain places I return to by conjuring inside myself: real-world places that have made a deep imprint of color, mood, energy, motion; stillness, space, distance; geologic shape and form, inner and outer engagement. By contemplation and imagination I put myself in these places and create a vivid and refreshing sanctuary; a connection and confluence with something I call depth of place.
Good Harbor Beach in Gloucester, Massachusetts is one of those places. I return again and again, in memories, meditations, dreams. This painting, made in hazy May sunlight, brings me back to a certain remembered spring morning at Good Harbor: waking up in a sleeping bag in the dunes; watching morning arriving and changing over the water--bringing light from above and shadows from below.
-kmb
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Woodland Passage, April Morning

woods, the sudden slant of
April’s empty light.
Near hard noon meridian
over softness of moss—viridian
underfoot—I stop,
wanting some stillness
and stand
beside a massive quartzite boulder
left here a long time,
almost motionless, glacial
erratic ( but only to limited perceptions.)
I’m not sure
what I can bring
to all this:
Yes, the gift of respiration;
The manifold graces
of being present—
These thoughts cross
inner oceans and
eons in an instant
and at once I find
that I want
to be one who
will stand at the marge of
this season with prayers and passion
seeking the true glide
of wisdom, imagination;
will watch open-hearted for
the fields’ first greening,
the hazing-over of
the hot, coppered sun,
and on the horizon
distant, small, strong,
the broadwings’ lifting arrival.
-Kevin Macneil Brown
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Mid-March, at the eastern heart of this morning like no other...

Mid-March: at the eastern heart of this
morning like no other,
The perfect pyramid of Spruce Mountain
rises weightless washed blue.
Above and beyond, arrives
a fresh and fearless sky,
Harder blue,
pulsed–through with the hue
of future roses—
Blooms that, in a softer season,
will be here,
Warm and glistening,
fully-fleshed,
In the all-pervasive sunlight
that seeks itself even in shadows.
-Kevin Macneil Brown
Monday, February 28, 2011
winter resonance and the ineffable freedom of captured light
As I worked through the winter on the video paintings in the WINTER RESONANCE series, it became clear to me that I had found the right images to accompany my 2007 composition THE INEFFABLE FREEDOM OF CAPTURED LIGHT.
I had made that long ambient/ textural piece of music over the course of that winter, using steel guitars, an electric table organ from a church yard sale, glass bowls tuned with water, a portable suitcase metallaphone, a Lexicon jam man, and quite a lot of analog and digital processing. The purpose of the composition was to convey in sound my responses to color, light, and shadow in the winter landscape. I painted in acrylics on canvas while I listened back to various mixes and versions during that period --there is even a six-channel surround version intended for a multi-media installation. But ultimately I found that the resulting visual art was, for the most part, too representational-- mountains and skyscapes-- to accompany the music directly.
But these recent video paintings-- really, they are manipulated images of winter light itself in motion--seemed to be calling back to that music. Thus, the video above,which brings them together.
I find myself ready now to turn away from winter contemplations. Though I know that there is plenty of winter left here in Vermont, I can see--and feel-- that the light has begun to change to that of another season.
-kmb
a complete recording of THE INEFFABLE FREEDOM OF CAPTURED LIGHT is available for listening or download here:
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
snow and steel
Lap steel guitar improv on a snowy afternoon in February.
(Theme and structures from my composition, "Seeking Shadows, Holding Light.")
-kmb
Wednesday, February 02, 2011
Imbolc Transit (poem)

Imbolc:
Transit
Arrival;
( Always
arrival and
further
transit)
Soft gray light on cold and
wintry morning
( Did I dream of Brigid last night?
that fiery arrow of a young goddess,
her energy and passion
sharp, to pierce dark clouds with longing?)
The strong-shadowed trees
cross like paths and
map contours alongside
the steep-sided,
snow-bearing
February hillside
Eastering sun
stirs sap
somewhere,
I do believe--
Yes--
A deep and silent
Somewhere.
-kmb
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Winter Resonance





One afternoon I got the urge to take some flip camera video of snowfall through a curtained window. After a while, I suddenly borrowed an inspiration from film maker Andrei Tarkovsky and began moving the curtain at various speeds while I shot. The video sequence itself was not all that compelling—but I found that isolating still frames revealed some interesting abstractions and motion-induced visual artifacts. So I began choosing frames that, as compositions, captured my interest, then I made simple adjustments in saturation and contrast—until the images began to resonate for me.
In subsequent days I’ve been shooting patterns of light on walls, floors, windows, snow, and trees, with the camera moving, and the light patterns moving also, at some point each day taking time to choose a frame and make an image.
I do miss the smell of paint and the feel of the brush on canvas or paper; but I’ll get back to them before long, when the light gets stronger. Meanwhile I’m enjoying these visual surprises and I am planning on re-animating them, with music to accompany, before winter is over.
-kmb
Monday, December 27, 2010
Ending 2010; 2011 Horizons
(Mountains, Lake: Dusk- painting by Kevin Macneil Brown, acrylic on canvas)
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The first thing I want to do here is offer my gratitude for all who have supported and shared in my explorations, expressions, and meditations in word, sound, and image!
2010 was a sometimes-challenging year for me; but it was also a year of deep engagement with my inner and outer worlds; of expansion and discovery. As ripple and result, I felt a turning point--a hinged door swinging open-- in late summer.
I had taken to visiting daily a certain place on and in the cold, clear Dog River, letting the peace and power of stone, sand, water, sky cover and fill me. One day I spent hours skimming the same blue shard of slate, recovering it from the river-bottom from under clear water, skimming it across surface tension again, finding it...and sometime during all this, in one rushing moment, I felt the truth of my situation and words came to me: "stepping into the river of gratitude." That river is cold with snow and ice now, all these months later, but the moment still moves, warm in my heart.
Thus it's probably somewhat fitting that my main work in music and art during 2010 would flow together in this video:
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As for the 2011 horizon, it seems that there might be a bevy of books approaching.
In the spring I plan to release a mystery novel called HIGHWAY IN THE BLOOD. It's set in Vermont in the 1970s, and features a strong component of vintage country music and steel guitar lore. I'm planning a book launch and reading with live performance on steel guitar and dobro. And in the fall, look for the third book in the Liam Dutra New England mystery series.
There's also a novel in manuscript--I'll be digging into further drafts with the new year. Right now I can barely remember anything about it, which is exactly where I want to be when I return my attention.
I hope you'll be around for some of this-- and, of course, whatever else might come along...
-kmb
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Gray Day, But Something on the Horizon...


Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Day's Edge, Water's Edge
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Places Water Seeks
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watercolor on paper, 2010
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Places Water Seeks
I
River and sky exchange
Intersticial gleamings and
striations of low-toned
light in September:
gray
to steel to
silver to
bronze
II
I am walking in the
shallows and
stalking a heron;
the heron is
stalking the shallows,
watching the water;
The morning is mostly bedraggled
but also
burnished
III
It’s like this at the places where water seeks
the level of flowing, fulfilling--
Such that EVERYTHING
else becomes the guide to its own
horizon
At the Dog River, it’s the
smoke-blue of White Rock Mountain
quiet and looming beyond the bend
At Lake Champlain, it’s those
strong, jagged ranges ringed hard all around
At Good Harbor, the Atlantic at Cape Ann,
it’s Dogtown’s high granite, yes--
but also the lucent gleamings,
twinned and soft-hazed, of
The towers of the Church of
Our Lady of Good
Voyage.
I am so often looking
up and over, into and
beyond the limit…
It is, after all,
water itself
that rises
To push at, then hold.
the entire sky
and more.
- Kevin Macneil Brown
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Seeking Shadows, Holding Light: Music for the Fall Equinox
I step outside with coffee mug in hand at 5:32. Clouds riding low on morning horizon, but stars and Jupiter in clear sky above, and a bright satellite moving across from NW to SE. Cricket song hazes the warm air. There’s a band of light, rising pale and high, directly across from where the sun will soon appear.
Coffee half gone at 5:50. I go inside, sit down with my steel guitar, and begin to play, tuning my heart and thoughts toward autumn’s arrival. The music rises, its simple and somewhat stark harmonic motion conjuring for me the image of a web of slow, wide ripples—and also, somehow, the ghosts of British Renaissance church music living on in American mountain ballads.
I listen and play while the morning light arrives on the first full day of fall.
-kmb
Wednesday, September 01, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Horizon Meditation
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watercolor on paper, 2010)
trust the
symmetry until
something deeper
and more true
is revealed:
the pulsing shapes and
colors can-
not be defined
or explained but,
yes!
they are real.
vessels, structures,
openings, arrivals,
chroma, hues;
saturations of perception.
and all with breath
as solid as any
ancient stone,
vibrating,
infinitely
becoming.
-Kevin Macneil Brown
Monday, June 28, 2010
Celebrating the Lush Light of Summer
Toward the Harbor, Morning
Painting by Kevin Macneil Brown, watercolor on paper, 2010
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This is an edited version of a performance at Bethany Church, in Montpelier, Vermont.
LISTENING TO LIGHT was presented from noon to one on June 21, 2010, as contemplative music in honor of the summer solstice and the longest day of the year.
Kevin Macneil Brown- lap steel guitar, guitar, composition, recording and mix.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Upcoming Event: Listening To Light

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Monday, May 31, 2010
In Fathoms: Dreams and Soundings
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acrylic on canvas, 2009
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Avoiding the wreck
that lay at 30 fathoms
we nonetheless stirred
something from the bottom.
Stranger and
darker than any old bones--
we could not say
what it was.
But between blue basin
and silver shoal water
our captain could
thread the needle;
Through fog now, to Brown’s Bank,
where we arrived by morning,
in time to set out new lines.
-Kevin Macneil Brown
Saturday, May 08, 2010
At Dawn
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Good Harbor Liminal
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watercolor on paper, 2010)
... Across a tide,
racing to greet a shoreline,
welcome as first light.
-kmb
from NORTH COAST DREAMING:
http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/luminist-diary-north-coast-dreaming/2499200
Wednesday, April 07, 2010
Every Journey Has a Soul
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acrylic and maps on canvas board, 2007)
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So grateful for a world
like this,
where, at 4:30 A.M., I can be
pulled from deep sleep by
the song of a bird
I’ve never heard before.
A stepwise song, with rising and
falling intervals like the summits of
soft and wooded hills;
a green and hollow April timbre,
round with yesterday’s rain,
and clean with today’s shimmer
of sun in the moving river.
So grateful for the way all this pulls me awake
and right into the journey,
this sound that leads the way...
-Kevin Macneil Brown
Saturday, April 03, 2010
Good Harbor, Morning
Monday, March 22, 2010
Atmospheric Skip and AM Country Music Dreams
On Saturday nights I'd stay up all night, transistor radio under the pillow, to listen up close-- as close as I could, anyway, through all the static, the distance and drift. Live music with steel guitars and fiddles; singers, some well-known, others obscure; Coffee-and twang-fueled truck driving songs from the Jamboree.
I liked the voices, the stories; the sense of something timeless reaching through those late nights and early mornings; across the plains, up the Blue Ridge Mountains, or from who-knows-where; sounding in the gray-blue pre-dawn of my New Hampshire mountain home.
I can't let go of the yearning and joy those sounds brought to life inside me. So I keep coming back to my own imagination of them; in my own way. Most of these new songs are about places close to home here in Central Vermont.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Upcoming Event: Finding Light
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watercolor on paper, 2009)
Finding Light: Music, Word, and Image for Equinox Arrival
A meditative and contemplative celebration of Spring's arrival, with live ambient music, poetry, and images by Kevin Macneil Brown.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Late-winter Horizons: Poem and Painting.
YOU ARE MY HORIZON III (detail) Painting by Kevin Macneil Brown, acrylic on canvas, 2010)
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The angel arrived
having the mass
and volume and
hugeness of a mountain range,
While at the same
time the weight and shape and distance
of an entire cloud-massed sky,
and then
The shore-destroying beauty
of breaking
waves.
And the angel’s message,
silent, was:
Listen;
Wait;
And again,
-completely-
Listen.
-Kevin Macneil Brown
Monday, February 01, 2010
Following Trails and Abandoned Highways: Some Notes About Writing the Liam Dutra New England Mystery Series

My first novel, COMPASS,WATER, STONE AND TIME, began in my consciousness with the vague image of a lonely, whiskey-drinking trail runner who finds himself caught up in a solitary search for something lost in the woods of steep-sided Irish Hill in Berlin, Vermont. I’d been running regularly in the area, around Berlin Pond and up into those woods, exploring trails and an abandoned town road that I’d come to call “the ancient highway.”
Months later, the intersection of two events pushed a story to the fore.
First, a coyote on the trail ahead of me on the ancient highway actually led me to an old cellar hole. (It was covered then in brush; now, years later, I notice that the brush has been cleared, and the old Stewart farmhouse foundation has been exposed to the sky and to the eyes of visitors.)
Then, a boxful of VERMONT HISTORY magazines that I turned up at a library book sale offered a serendipity of articles: one chronicling the history and culture of the Irish in nearby Northfield, on the opposite slope of the hill; another offering an account of the Fenian Invasion of Canada in 1866.
A story and characters began to churn inside me. I got the first draft done over the course of a summer, sitting outside in the sunny mornings before work, writing in longhand with pencil or ballpoint pen in a bright orange surveyor’s field notebook that my mother had found at a yard sale in New Hampshire and sent to me.
Another vital inspiration at the heart of the book came from what I can only call The Muse; in this case, a vision of a dark-haired, dark-eyed, sweet-tough woman who somehow stirred my imagination to create Shawn Donahue, the woman who pulls protagonist Liam Dutra out of his loneliness and shares in his quest.
Liam’s real quest, his deepest yearning, is for connection--communion even-- with the landscape he lives in, including its hidden past. Shawn, I think, having grown up in this place that Liam has come to love, embodies that landscape: physically, culturally, even spiritually. In this, she turned out to be crucial to the story, crucial to Liam’s ongoing journey from solitude into engagement.
Subsequent drafts-- I was using the computer by now-- showed me how hard it could be to write a mystery novel. Changing one small aspect of a character or shifting one event slightly in time might cause a narrative to slide off its foundation and into a horrible abyss. There were some desperate times when I wanted to pull out my hair, rip up the pages, delete all the files; just quit...
But I kept going, thinking and stewing, scrawling notes to myself, shuffling the plot and character details I had notated on blue index cards. Things began to fall into place.
Writing the book within the book-- Neal Donahue’s 1866 journal-- came later, in the winter. It was mostly a pleasure, with Donahue’s voice often flowing clearly and without much effort onto the page. The historical research was enjoyable too; I still carry fond memories of old books, window-focused sunlight, and quiet investigations at the Kellogg-Hubbard Library.
First—and second, third, and fourth—readers kicked my butt in good ways, inspiring further changes and rewrites.
In hindsight, and with three more books in the series written now, I see COMPASS as a dark, dense, and sometimes lonely woodland of a book, with sunlight and water --and love-- offering redemption and hope. ( A few drafts in, I noticed the way some kind of water-- rain, stream, lake-- tended to be part of the scene whenever Shawn was around.)
Another thing I’d like to say is that in writing COMPASS I wanted to offer homage to the writers who inspired me: John D. MacDonald, James Lee Burke, Robert B. Parker, Raymond Chandler; Hawthorne, Melville, Thoreau. But I also worked hard to find my own voice, and particularly, to honor the northern New England landscape and the way people live, and have lived, in and upon it.
The second book of the series, THE HAWK OF THE INTERVALE was much easier to write; indeed the first two drafts were often intense and instantaneous in the way they came to me. Sometimes I’d have multiple scenes and conversations unfolding simultaneously in my imagination while I was out on long autumn trail runs. I’d run home and feverishly write things exactly the way they had come to me. It was exhilarating beyond belief, and only slightly exhausting.
HAWK allowed me to discover more about Liam and Shawn’s characters, and to deepen their relationship. Virgil, the Abenaki fisherman and poet who is at the center of Liam’s quest, allowed my poetic side to speak freely. And the Gloucester part of the story was a very satisfying way to immerse myself in my own roots and some haunting childhood memories. The prologue, with Virgil presenting his testament in a dream, came from an actual dream I had; Liam’s meetings with Ferrigno echo actual experiences that I had as a teenager in Gloucester, tracing the steps of my hero, the poet Charles Olson.
While COMPASS lingers in my writer’s memory as a sometimes dark and shadowed book, thinking back on HAWK summons up for me a sense of spaciousness, of clear horizons. Even the manuscript itself seems lighter, with more blank space on the pages!
I’ll add my thoughts about the third book at another time.
Monday, January 25, 2010
February: Mystery Series Author Event and a. minor's Arty Party
First off, I'm excited to announce my upcoming author event/reading/ book-signing, Tuesday, February 16, 7 PM at Bear Pond Books in Montpelier, Vermont. I'll be celebrating the publication of my Liam Dutra Mystery series with readings from COMPASS,WATER,STONE AND TIME and the other books in the series. I'll also be talking about the process of writing fiction inspired by the power of place--landscape, culture, nature, history. I look forward to answering questions, too!
To visit Bear Pond Books on-line:
http://www.bearpondbooks.com/
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Artist a. minor is presenting a party featuring her dynamic live video art at the Lamb Abbey in Montpelier, Vermont on Saturday, February 13 from 7-10 PM (FREE admission), and I will be providing quiet live ambient textural music to accompany the visuals.
a. minor's work, often inspired by the light and rhythm of ancient Mayan textiles, is a wonder to behold. I'm really looking forward to this event!
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Also, my exhibit of acrylic paintings, LIMINAL HORIZONS, continues at THE SHOE HORN in Montpelier through February.
Thanks again for reading, looking, listening!
-kmb
Sunday, January 03, 2010
Downloads Available Now
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Ending 2009
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watercolor on paper, 2009)
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Solstice Horizons

A meditative space with live music and images
to contemplate and welcome the returning light
at the winter solstice
Monday, December 21
12 Noon to 1 PM
Bethany Church’s Working Chapel
Montpelier, Vermont
Free and open to the public
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At the winter solstice we mark the return of —in the outer world of sky, stars, planets — the sun’s light in a dark season. We might also find, in any time, at any moment, the experience of returning light within ourselves.
These sounds, images, and words are offered as a quiet meditation upon that returning light, within us and without. Please feel free to listen, to look; to close your eyes and follow your own thoughts and images as they rise and fall, come and go.
While this event has a beginning and ending in time, it is also meant to be complete in any moment or section, to be experienced quietly within your own frame of time and attention.
-KMB
Friday, December 11, 2009
New Music from 2009 Available on CD-R
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
Morning Light and Water, Ogunquit, Maine
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
Ogunquit, Late November
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painting by Kevin Macneil Brown.
watercolor and graphite on paper, 2009]
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I made this painting in the days following a long walk on the beach at Ogunquit. I was inspired by the low light on water and the ever-changing skies of a late autumn morning on the Maine coast.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Between Waters Exhibition Continues Through December, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Just Before Winter (Monoprint Series)
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Monday, October 26, 2009
Between Waters Live
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acrylic on canvas, 2009)