In August of 2016 I travelled to Cushing, Maine and visited the Olson house, now a National Historic Landmark. At this house, made famous by American painter Andrew Wyeth, I experienced its architectural beauty and gripping stories, and left with a profound sense of the physical and metaphoric importance of that place.
One of our travelling companions, Wendy Jones, a writer, was sensing the same range of emotions. Her written words, printed as broadsides on a Vandercook letterpress, accompany the images in this series. Through her written words and my visual images, we have both begun to deal with the psychological impact of our visit and the stage of our lives in which we now find ourselves.
the loss of a dream
The hunger for recognition
this infusion of life
The lines can get blurred
a natural unforced confidence
a new depth of richness
There’s a lot I don’t know
It’s leaving a mark on me
often it feels like enough
an unusually full season
life flows both ways
that deep rooting
the loneliness of discernment