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Still life composed by Tarryl for my amusement. My fellow painters here are all down-staters. |
A few weeks ago I wrote about
dépaysement, the sense of disorientation one has on arriving in a strange place. I have to confess I’m feeling that again. I’m in Saranac Lake, NY, for the Sixth Annual Adirondack Plein Air Festival, and it’s 38° F. this morning. Yes, you read that right. I’m staying with a group of artists led by
Tarryl Gabel, who is a veteran of painting up here in August. As I’m writing this, she’s sliding jeans over her leggings, preparing to hie off to Paul Smiths.
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My bedroom is an old-fashioned sleeping porch. |
Coming from the Maine coast as I did, I have sleeveless shirts, capris, and sandals with me. “But you’re a northern girl,” Tarryl protested, implying that I should have known better. This is true, but Rochester and Buffalo have warm autumns, courtesy of the Great Lakes, which act as massive heat exchangers. Having said that, 38° F. on an August morning is cold for anywhere in New York State.
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Crista cooks like I do, meaning she put herself in charge of snack food. |
I’ve known Tarryl for a long time but not that well. She and
Crista Pisano and I have done Rye’s
Painters on Location together for many years. They’re the only people I expect to know in this temporary artists’ commune.
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The essence of the Adirondacks: a porch overlooking the lake. |
Our home-away-from-home is a ramshackle turn-of-the-century pile along Flower Lake. The view is lovely and the furniture is vintage. After the solitude of my off-the-grid cabin and the luxury of the Fireside Inn, this is a third kind of living: it has the character of a family camp in the mountains, complete with deferred maintenance. But as I keep saying, “I don’t have to fix it.”
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Tarryl’s painting hat. It’s iconic. |
Message me if you want information about next year’s Maine workshops. Information about this year’s programs is available here.