Summer in Maine is short is what everyone told me when I moved to here in 2016. I totally get it now. . .
Growing up in Western New York State brought long seemingly endless winters, but I was young then. A short summer that also is “The Season” for gallery Artists, here in Maine, makes for a long year not unlike being a farmer I believe- hoping first that the crops will grow and produce fruits of one’s labor, but also be purchased by hungry patrons enabling one to do it again the next year.
The winter allowed for much work to happen and now with June here the work gets signed, wired, edges painted out, and prepared for delivery in hope that this crop will be the bumper crop and allow for next years work to begin once again. With that said I have already been offered two solo shows for 2020 and need not only monies to survive but to purchase new paint, wood panels, and other materials to prepare next years “crop”.
Happy farming. . . . I mean making. . . . . .