Jay Brooks is a great artist from New York, here for the Easton Pleinair art festival. My neighbor Anne introduced us and told me he was interested in painting the old boats in the garden. And so, for three or more days, he did.
To my delight, amusement and amazement his art transformed and redeemed the beauty of old memories, decaying structures, rust and rut. To capture a slight of green vine in morning light, poison ivy, budding new willow oak, glint of steel.
Morningside abandoned by dichroic bead artist Scott Turnbull, son of Gordon and stepson of mine. “Erica, Dad, I found a perfect boat, abandoned! Can I bring it over?”
Sailing down the Little Choptank, help from grounding, grudgingly but, in matter of course given by old master fishermen going to work, so early in the morning. Territories that I now navigate by vehicle, searching for butterflies.
Allegra Mestiza with her ability to sail fast in shallow waters…
Then Dauntless, bought fairly in trade for an original Rockwell, friend of father’s. Great stories revisited.
Jay’s work impresses me for his ability to concentrate, then concentrate some more. Beatle music helps, he says. He has a vision and the awesome gift to present it gracefully to the outside world.
For more information about Jay Brooks:
https://www.jaybrooksartist.com/
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