The Birches – Liz Hoag

These are paintings, images discovered in acrylic. These trees are captured in such exquisite detail it takes a moment to be sure. The black and white blur of bark, the multitude of greens playing in the leaves, and the lightest of blue in a perfect sky.

Liz Hoag – A New Maine Art Artist

The family at Maine Art Painting and Sculpture is growing. Artist Liz Hoag has recently joined the gallery, and we are excited to introduce her. Liz has been living in Maine for over twenty-five years. Presently, she resides in Portland, but her studio space is in Westbrook. Much of her work is focused, or sometimes unfocused, on the Maine outdoors.

Art Walking in the Rain

Friday evening the streets of Kennebunk and Kennebunkport sparkled. The street lights and warmer than normal temperatures off-set Mother Nature’s attempt at washing out October’s Village Art Walk. Instead, we walked in the rain, celebrated a beautiful autumn, and enjoyed the company of artist, Craig Mooney.

Sunsets in the Marsh

The companion to Evening Sky is Quiet Haze. It has those same orange tones, but this time they are settled down and snuggled into the land. They have seeped into the waters and clouds and appear to mere remnants of what once was. As Evening Sky sings, Quiet Haze just whispers.

When It Was Summer

As much as we all celebrate this change of season, it is hard not to miss the summer. Days spent in bright sunshine, warm sand, and crashing waves fill our minds. Craig Mooney knows this all to well. He spent his summer with his wife and two year old daughter getting reacquainted with the seagulls and seaweed. It was a summer he too is not all that eager to forget. And so, in the midst of his show From A Distance, you will find Beach Day and Low Tide Strollers.

The Lobstermen of Maine

We have seen the craggy, sea-worn man before in Mooney’s work. The Old Man and the Sea and Storm Watch are classic fisherman. They are the men who have been here for generations and will continue to be here long after we are gone. But why do they stay? Why do they get up at dawn and come home at dusk facing brutal wind and freezing water? The same reason that lures the rest of here, the water.