Maine

Lately, I’ve been painting strange sightings in the sky—bloody sunsets in Maine and three suns in Massachusetts. It feels like nature is reaching out to warn us. In Maine, there are 250 acres up the road that has been strip logged where hundreds of trees are falling as a result of the disrupted root system followed by the wind shear from micro wind bursts. There are menancing uprooted trees balls, jagged-edged trunks and precariously tilted deadfall. It’s like walking past a car accident, you can’t help but rubber neck but do you really want to see the bodies? I keep a close eye when I walk the road near them.