NostalgicNewEngland Paintings by Patriciawww.ArtPal.com/NostalgicNE
Reclining in an Adirondack chair, overlooking the pond where I summered as a child and live as an adult, I bask in the clean, fresh air and sublime view. Early this morning, the houses edging the water mirrored back the absolute stillness to us. Now, the wind’s subtle movement has erased those glossy images and transitioned the view into a more playful, active atmosphere.
From across the pond, Pam and Todd send out a wave; and the gentle hills softly echo our hellos. The German Shepherds wrestle, swim, and chase (and sink) radio-controlled boats. I delight in the endless entertainment they provide. There go Beth, Jackie, and Shand in their kayaks. Megan is not far behind on the paddle board. It looks like another boat parade is congregating. I’ll join them another day. Today, I walk the third of a mile to my aunt’s place and proffer a well-recognized whistle as I draw near. My black and white Spotted Saddlebred whinnies back to me. My heart smiles. I luxuriate in a long, slow inhalation. I knock on Sandy’s door as I pass. She eagerly joins me. We hand out treats to our perpetually hungry steeds while we saddle up. Shall we travel down the roads today or head into the woods? Is it warm enough to take the horses swimming? Perhaps.
As evening draws nigh, Paul starts a little campfire and the smoke soon signals our friends that it is time to gather. Steve, Patti, and I break out the guitars, ukulele, and mandolin for some light-hearted entertainment. Down the road comes Cathy, the purveyor of good tidings; the one who always shows up with a shovel or gloves when manual labor needs to be done, touting the benefits of free physical exercise opportunities. The dogs greet her noisily. Shon, Cinnamon, Brett, Celine, and Eleanor join our fold – most of the gang has gathered.
Our simple, country way of life permeates my paintings. From precious moments captured, like the pup resting by the canoe; or the view from the back of my Peruvian Paso as we pass a clump of mailboxes and Matt’s barn (adorned with the bees I had painted); or my beautiful grandchildren climbing on a fence, peering into a sunflower bedecked yard; to the stunning beauty of my friends’ lovely houses or the charming architecture of a local church or covered bridge – These are the inspiration for my artwork. The magnificence of the area gives me tolerance of the cold temperatures and oft treacherous road conditions that New England can offer. Every day, I am filled with gratitude for being surrounded by the glorious views, simple joys, and exquisite peacefulness which imbues my country life.
My name is Patricia. I am a member of the New Hampshire Presby family. My deepest desire is that, as my paintings adorn your walls, you will feel that tremendous peacefulness that I get to experience nearly every day. I want you to recall your childhood, your family home, the great times you had with your neighbors and friends and the fun of flipping a canoe, rescuing a baby bird, skipping stones, listening to bull frogs and squeaky swings, building forts or snowmen, chasing fireflies, making up songs, and the smell of warm apple pie. I want you to remember the sweetness of real maple syrup fresh from the boiler and drizzled on a cup of snow, the sound of children playing, the lovable antics of your pets, and the fuzzy softness of a horse’s winter coat or the sandpaper lick of a cow’s tongue. I want you to feel the light and love that I imbed into every painting. May my images of New England fill you with nostalgia, happiness, contentment, and peacefulness.
All NostalgicNewEngland Paintings by Patricia are dedicated to my adult children, the best art critiques and cheer leaders anyone could ask for: Christina, Rebecca, and Amanda. Much love and appreciation for your support and feedback.