Making statements
One of my teachers, Rebecca Hawkinson, used to remind me, “every time you touch your canvas, you’re making a statement.”
That’s true whether one means to state anything or not; it holds true for statements good and bad alike, accurate, inaccurate, considered or careless.
What, then of all those lines that surround whole bodies or body parts in master drawings and are clearly not part of the figure at all?
They are questions, or better yet, statements reconsidered.
Easels in the Gardens, April 15-16
It’s time for Easels in the Gardens, the biennial benefit for the Cupola House Association of Edenton, NC.
Both the town of Edenton and the event have enjoyed a stream of good press in the last decade, including Forbes Magazine, Smithsonian, Coastal Living and Our State, which aside from this mention, has run a paid ad for the event in the April 2016 issue. The July 2015 print issue offers a wealth of photos of Edenton, too.
The town really is as beautiful as the hype. Fortunately, the strong agricultural economy, which surrounds the town has damped down any centrifugal concrete that has been the ruin of so many beautiful American places.
The Cupola House, which was rescued from neglect almost a century ago, is a monument to craftsmanship, design, and people with enough good sense and love to value such things.
The Cupola House (left) in the middle of Edenton, and Martinique Plantation(right) about ten miles north of town in Chowan County. Both were built in the 1750’s. The town and environs abound in 18th- and 19th-century architecture.
The event itself offers access to artists, abundant food and a band that does justice to Charlie Parker and Stan Getz.
All during a beautiful April weekend
Out of due season
Behold the Great Dismal Swamp, a sodden near-wilderness between the James River of Virginia and the Albemarle Sound of North Carolina.
In the swamp are the origins of the Pasquotank River, which drains into the Albemarle Sound at Elizabeth City. Along its upper reaches, there will appear wind farms, where the ground is too low and wet to till.
But upwards of these new-minted towers of virtue about to built on sand, the ospreys play, the snakes climb the trees, and even the insects keep silent at noon.
This painting is about a third of the way done. Already it makes me feel warm during the short days of the year.

We set some wild places aside and feel proud; we fail to wreck others, and fee humble. Rightly so.
Vendange
I am now offering walnut ink for sale. It has a rich warmth unmatched by other kinds of ink.
I’m working on a full-service web outlet, which will be up and running by December 1st.
If you can’t wait, visit the Ink page on this site to reserve some. I’ll ship it or you can pick it up.
How it’s done
Enjoy an underpainting done by a student of mine on the left bank of the French Broad river in Asheville.
Painting with oils on paper is a long-standing practice which deserves to be better known. It’s cheap, and since you prepare it yourself, you can make it in bulk and cut it to any required size. It’s great for learning how paint feels at the other end of your brush.
Drawing a scene before painting it builds acquaintance with the scene and confidence in yourself. And drawing it with a reed pen forces you to think about mark-making and to solve problems in general ways. A reed pen is clunky at first, but that’s what it takes to keep you from getting lost in details.
She kept the drawing nearby while she painted. This has many advantages over working from photographs. Rather than paint what a device records, you can paint what you see and check it by what you’ve learned. And because she did an underpainting, she was free later, as she said, “to enjoy the light without worrying about where stuff is.”
Here it is the underpainting in raw umber with a bit of overpainted sky peeking through a thinning late September canopy.
Now it’s an annual event.
We’re doing it again. A graphic invitation below; this week, some previews and teases.
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Down East
Change at a break-neck pace.
In Pasquotank County, they’re getting a wind farm. In Perquimans County, I heard they changed the name of Hog Alley to something-or-other Road, and they even paved it over: “I mean, you wouldn’t know it to look at it.”
Across the river in Bertie County, they still operate a cable ferry between Sans Souci and Woodard, although “they” aren’t who you think they are. “They” in this case is not the ferry authority, but another part of the Department of Transportation that runs inland ferries.

One of the last two cable ferries in North Carolina. The other is here.
In small communities, or even suburbs without a dense urban plant, “they” are busy people. People whose actions you see but whose faces you don’t. That’s why “they” seldom earn our trust.
That said, I confess to a certain fondness for “them,” provided they leave things behind. Children’s building-block edifices are charming; in a more solemn but no less poignant way are the remains of the dead, left where they did the work that sustained them. Like these houses:
Even the gratuitous hand-work is telling. Like the “V” for the more usual “U” in the Perquimans County High School facade. Someone made that decision about lettering to give an air of Latinate dignity to poor students in an overlooked part of the world. It was put there before someone decided to abandon the world of learning and human children and masonry for that of information, human resources, and trailers.
In Praise of the Land
I’m pleased to hang 18 pictures alongside the works of Christine Enochs and John Mac Kah at Chiesa Restaurant on Montford Avenue in Asheville, NC. Show opens Tuesday the 28th. Thanks to Dana Irwin, who has made us look good.
I’m looking forward to seeing the work of my colleagues that doesn’t treat the French Broad River. All four of us will show work on that theme on October 15 at the second annual Of Time and the River.
The Coggins Farm Series
Oils, pastels, and two kinds of drawings. Click here to view and purchase. Thanks to Meda and her relations for graciously sharing these views.











