Here’s a new piece that I’ve been working on off-and-on for the last two months. This is a special place for me: the junction of Highway 9 and 1 in eastern Maine. Highway 9 is the famous (parochially, at least) ‘Airline Route’, known for its winding, nausea-inducing road. In recent years it’s been renovated quite a bit, so I’m not sure it even deserves the nickname anymore. The 90-odd mile drive from Bangor to Calais (St. Stephen, on the Canadian side) is quite smooth. It’s the route I took with my family when we traveled to New Brunswick. The strange, and, at times, eerie drive through the rustic landscape of southeastern Maine always heralded the coming of summer, the eager anticipating of boat trips under hot noon suns, the catching of sparkled mackerel, the building of dams and forts in the sand on foggy days.
I was lucky enough to capture the anticipation of this feeling in a photograph, taken on a more recent trip down to the maritimes. I was treated to a great sunset as I exited Highway 9 and stopped for gas. The large Irving gas sign is intended to be the focus for the piece – a counterpoint to the bright and clear sunset in the background. I paid much closer attention to colour subtlety for this piece, though I don’t think it translated well in the photo. Very hard to take a picture of darkly painted textures.