From the “Lowlands” Collection

This past summer, I’ve become reacquainted with the marshlands of Northern Massachusetts which have always held a powerful place in my family’s collective memory. I grew up visiting my Yia Yia and Poppy in Salisbury and Newburyport, and spent many summer evenings swatting green heads by a kerosine lantern as my dad and brother fished for stripers off the beaches of Plum Island. Painting this personally charged landscape has become a ritual of remembering, but it has also unfolded a new relationship with these lowlands, now as an artist and intentional observer. I’ve watched their channels fill and empty, and the cordgrass change from dull ochre to cad green before settling into a deeper viridian. I’ve had a front-row seat to watch the skies veiled in Canadian wildfire smoke and wonder how else this landscape is going to be impacted by climate change in the years to come. These paintings have fostered the expansion of my understanding and deep love of these marshes.