I was too tired to even squeegee the shower glass door on a recent May morning. Just the day before, my husband Jon and I had set up my solo exhibit at the Ledyard Gallery on the second floor of the Howe Library in Hanover, New Hampshire. I was fatigued by the physical effort of moving art over the previous week and a half as I had also delivered paintings to a few additional locations in my home state of Vermont. The real tired came from completing the goal. The task. The many months of thinking and planning had come to fruition. I was exhausted in the best possible way.
A small caravan of two. Two SUV’s. A dark gray 2024 Subaru and a 2018 vibrant blue Volvo, respectfully. Jon and I headed to Vermont’s twin state, New Hampshire. A forty- minute drive of primarily mountainous roads. Cargo spaces filled with my paintings. My work. An exhibit was to be hung.
As I drove down our now familiar street, I was struck by the bucolic setting I had witnessed for several years, but it felt different this early morning. I felt at home.
The sky was a striking cobalt blue with large billowing clouds in shades of brilliant white tinged in lavender gray. A Chamber of Commerce Day. I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
The Vermont landscape with its many shades of green. Rich and lush. Impossible to imagine stick season when there…
