“Round Pond is where Spenny, one of my best friends, kept his boat, Mist,” says Hoyt. “We sailed on her together for twenty-five years.” Twenty-five years of memories build on and around the waters near Round Pond have a way of reflecting in an artists work.
“The Eggemoggin Reach Regatta is always a great day. Its a celebration of wooden boats and Maine history,” explains Hoyt. “In this show, there are two paintings with views from my perch on Raven 24 during the race. It was an amazing day to be out on the water.”
When Hoyt chose The Morning After for his Artist Choice, there was no surprise for those of us who know and love him. This piece encompasses a small moment of happiness and contentment we often overlook. Memories were made at this table.
Hoyt is a lover of all things Maine, especially the sailboats, and often his imagination and attention are caught by the simple things Maine has to offer. “The setting sun bathed us in light when it dropped below the eaves of the porch. The water sparkled and danced with it,” says Hoyt. “I have to pinch myself when a scene like this unfolds before me. It’s practically sensory overload.”
After last week’s winter storm, we have our fingers crossed that spring is truly on her way. Soon the grass will be green, and the branches on the trees will succumb to that lovely glow of new growth. Once spring has started, she usually rolls right along, which means the flowers are sure to follow. These are our favorite signs of the season here at Maine Art Paintings and Sculpture, and the favorite of many of our artists, as well.
“I often paint outside but have never done a workshop. I had just mounted a big show for you at Maine Art and had spent months before in my studio. I had been doing mostly larger works,” said Hoyt. “Then this happened. I thought it might be just the thing to recharge my batteries.”
The idea was to accompany the musicians with paintings of what was going on out in the field. He sold the idea to the Admiral, and I was sent out on an aircraft carrier, a destroyer, an amphibious assault ship, everything except a submarine. I had a set of orders from the Admiral, and everyone there did what he said.
This particular image is from the morning we were leaving. As the sun is coming up through the scrim of cloud, we were underway, just chugging out. The sea ducks were taking off and off to the side seals were feeding. It is an incredible undisturbed spot.
“We were at a beach on Kauai, and this wave picked me up and just drove me down into the sand. It basically crammed my head into my neck,” he begins to stammer in recollection. “So, I was standing there with stars in my eyes, holding my head, when I hear these twelve year old boys next to me say, ‘Boy did you see that old guy just barreled?'”
Every May 11th, we celebrated her birthday, which we have continued to do years after she died. We’ve gathered down at the station decades after she passed away. She had a very nurturing way, and she really listened. She just had a wonderful way of speaking. She had a cat whose name was Tig and geraniums in the windows. It was an endearing scene. We were sort of her ‘lost boys’.”