Flaming red maples subdued by increasing cold and darkness, go dormant. Sap fails to rise. The leaves dry into ruddy, seven-fingered hands that clench shut into tight fists which shake angrily in the frigid winds.
- Nancy Boudreau
This painting is 5 x 7 inches and is acrylic on gessoed mat board, housed in a cream colored mat. The text above is handwritten on the back of the painting, which is also signed and dated.
A view of Bennett's Pond in Ridgefield Connecticut, hiking along the Ives Trail, on the western edge of the pond facing east. Wind ripples the surface of terraced water levels, the work of beavers. A fallen trunk, the base sculpted, chiseled by incisors, now used as an elevated platform from which rodent kings observe their domain. The single drowned maple, stands in the foreground as if thrust into the water like a javelin heaved by Paul Bunyan from towns away.
This painting is 5 x 7 inches and is acrylic on gessoed mat board, protected in a cream colored mat. The text above is handwritten on the back of the painting, which is also signed and dated.
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An October battleground between light and dark, the lowering angle of the sun displaying increasing weakness as cold and shadows begin to take over a little more each day. Despite brightly lit leaves passing from chartruese to yellow, it's almost impossible to feel anything but a pessimistic sense of loss this time of year. The myth of Persephone's abduction by Hades comes to mind.
This painting is 5 x 7 inches and is acrylic on gessoed mat board, protected in a cream colored mat. The text above is handwritten on the back of the painting, which is also signed and dated.
For comments and queries, please feel free to contact me directly at: nb@nboudreau.com
There are places of such pristine beauty, that I hesitate to paint them. This happens to be one, a small unnamed farm located in a sheltered turn of Church Road, Sherman, Connecticut. I came upon it one summer afternoon while bicycle riding. A stream runs under the road here, just past the bend and several old and immaculately kept farm buildings are sited around this natural intersection. There is a magic about the placement of the buildings and the light that lays across the lawns between them. Highlighted contours and water defined edges, shadows of substance and lots and lots of that September green-gold.
This painting is about 5 x 7 inches and is acrylic on gessoed mat board, protected in a cream colored mat. The text above is handwritten on the back of the painting, which is also signed and dated.
For comments and queries, please feel free to contact me directly at: nb@nboudreau.com
The snow is falling this morning. Large flakes catch light from the studio, falling softly in the blackness outside my window. I'm compelled to record yesterday's walk down the fire trail at Pine Hill in Pootatuck Forest, New Fairfield, Connecticut. Reflections in a trail-side stream, as it pools in steps downward. Skirts of ice, thick enough to support a dog's weight, line the edges of the stream. The same ice would collapse under a hiker's boot, sending him home with wet legs. This stream, this is a necklace of brightly undulating liquid color, strung down the hillside, nestled in cotton-white, makes me think that I am walking through Mother Nature's jewelry case. - Nancy Boudreau
This painting is about 5" x 7" acrylic on gessoed mat board, protected in a cream-colored mat. As with all these little studies, the text above is handwritten on the back of the painting, which is also signed and dated. For comments and queries, please feel free to contact me directly at: nb@nboudreau.com