I think they are on the lookout for boats.

Photo taken today at Narragansett Beach. While walking the length of the beach walk I noticed little rock sculptures the entire way.

in addition to my beach series, I've begun a couple paintings that are quite different. This one is from a photo I took while on a boat returning to shore at my brother's place at the lake. i've only worked two sessions on it and have a way to go but am having fun with the people and even a dog. the painting is 24"x18". Maybe I should name the painting "Dixie" for the dog. :-)

Save The Date!

Our buildings are going to host Open Studios on Saturday Sept 8 and Sunday Sept 9 from 10 - 5 pm. I will be posting invites in a week or two. There will be munchies, beverages and some older paintings at discounted prices to make room for the new.

For a few years now, I've wanted a large work table. It needed to be 3 ft high, and about 3'x6'. I also needed something that could be easily moved.

Sunday, while scanning Craigs list, I found an ad for drafting tables...$20 each, 3 ft high, 2'x3'. I drove to Woonsocket to check them out and picked up three of them. The seller even delivered them all to my studio! They are super sturdy, metal frame, solid top which can be propped at an angle if I need it. Huge score.

Superstoked!

I just booked a working week in Provincetown for the 2nd week of September in a little condo on the beach on the Truro/Ptown line. It's going to be a painting/photography week. I'm bringing my easel and will be spending much time in the dunes at the National seashore.

The prices are dirt cheap and the owner rents to lots of artists. To wake up in the morning, make coffee in my own little kitchen and sit on the deck in the sand overlooking the water before going to paint will be pure bliss.

Enjoyed a fab Providence sunset over the Narragansett last night after filling up on some pretty fab sushi with my friend Matt.

Kind of a perfect evening.

14"x18", oil on canvas

28"x22", oil on canvas

Still pretty inspired, here are two more beach paintings.

I'm so jazzed that I am in the processing of booking a week in Provincetown, for the 3rd week of September…on the Truro/Provincetown line in a little efficiency condo on the beach with a deck that looks out over the water. It's going to be a mini self-residency. I spoke with the owner today and told him that I just need to sleep on it. But, for a waterfront condo, it's dirt cheap and it's out of season (so most of the tourists will be gone). I plan on biking and hiking the dune trails, taking photos and doing sketches. I'd also bring my watercolors, ink, and acrylics to work while I'm there….along with my french easel.

what does one do on crazy, over the top, hot, humid days? today...not much. i was too zombie-like from almost a week's worth of too hot, sleepless nights. but yesterday, i hopped the free bus (on bad air quality days, providence's buses are free to encourage people not to drive) down to the rhode island school of design library and spent a cool, quiet and delightful 5 hours doing some art business stuff, including researching grants.

or…you can do what these kids were doing in our backyard last night. playing in the sprinkler. the light was so beautiful i had to grab my camera and snap a few pics.

I hopped a train into Boston to have brunch with friends. Good food and good company at the South Street Diner.

The one thing I dreaded with my return to the northeast was the heat. And it's been hotter than expected. But, I'm lovin' my new fan because, along with the two large overhead fans, my studio is tolerable.

Life, in the last 24 hours has been super interesting. I'm currently writing an article on the importance of art walks for an artist newsletter as well as this morning was corralled to be part of an organizing committee for a fall arts festival. New possibilities have blossomed for a life that I once thought was fantasy but now see as reality.

Now...it's time to dunk myself in a cold bath before heading out for the burger I've been craving for a month and then a comfortable evening in an air-conditioned film house.

This is what happens when you call about a job you were hoping to get...knowing you were one of the finalists, and someone finally gets back to you and says "the message I received was they decided to go with another candidate."

Not only are you feeling the sting of rejection...which is normal, but you become enraged due to the fact that the appropriate parties didn't tell you themselves and you only found out because you took initiative to call and had some poor person on the other end of the line have to track down the info for you and it immediately rips open old wounds that were scarring over and your heart starts bleeding all over the place.

What do you do?

You need to paint big and so grab a 40"x30" painting that you weren't planning on painting over but need to lay down a bunch of paint fast because slamming paint on canvas is more productive than throwing things around the room.

2 more from my new Beach series. These are all 14"x11", oil on canvas.

Here are some of the black and white photos I took while on Martha's Vineyard.

The cliffs in Aquinnah...





A fun sign...




Oak Bluffs...




and Menemsha. I want one of those fishing shacks with a dock near the water...

I'm finally getting around to posting my NYC Pride photos. It was pretty awesome having the Empire State building as a backdrop.

I received a phone call about 4:30 Friday afternoon with an invitation to a cottage on Otis lake for the weekend. By 10:00 pm, I'm driving in the dark down little curvy roads in the woods being guided by cell phone. This is what I woke up to the next morning.

It was a pretty awesome time hanging out, getting out the high temps in Providence, relaxing and spending happy hours zooming around the lake on a motorboat.

Beach 1



Beach 2


Some of what I've been working on in the studio. Both oil on canvas, 16"x12"

D and I headed over to the overcrowded India Point Park last night after we returned from the beach to check out the concert and then the fireworks. It was a sultry evening with beautiful skies, a deep red full moon rising, a symphony, an abundance of glowsticks, many boats on the water and then, fireworks. The perfect end to a perfect day.

Yesterday was a beach day. My roommates and I packed up the car and headed to Goosewing Beach yesterday, next to South Shore Beach in Little Compton, about 45 minutes away. I had discovered this beach online a few months before moving to Providence and was looking forward to checking it out. Thus far, it's in my top 5 beaches. It's not packed because it doesn't have accessories such as a concession stand or bathrooms...only a couple outhouses.  It's a gorgeous beach.

The rainy morning didn't dampen our spirits. We were still headed for the beach. I remained optimistic and packed sunscreen and my bathing suit. The pragmatic Capricorn side of me grabbed my raincoat.

The rain stopped as we got in the car and within an hour we were at the beach with a beautiful blue sky. The ocean was warm, compared to the Maine shore, and I spent most of the day happily swimming, laughing and bouncing around in the salt water. I am so an ocean baby and wicked glad to be back.

Diane celebrating her first Independence Day



On our way home from the beach yesterday we stopped at Evelyn's Drive In where their little car is powered by clam cakes. (see the bottom of the website).   My french roommate from Lyon wanted an American lobster roll and we figured the 4th of July after beach time would be perfect.

It's a lovely little place with a/c dining room and a patio with tables and umbrellas out back up to the water.  There's a dock where boats can pull up to eat.    And they have a take out window and many picnic tables under a large roof near the water.  

We had a lobster roll (the smaller one)   They come in small and large.   Massive hunks of lobster meat in a grilled hot dog bun, not dressed with mayo or anything.   They offer choice of mayo or warm butter on the side. It was pure and simple bliss.

Lobster is quickly becoming one of my four food groups. I think I'm simply making up for lost time.


photo taken by Diane Micard

Happy Fourth of July - from Goosewing Beach in Little Compton, RI.

she sells sea shells by the sea shore


I took the photo while at Aquinnah. It makes me smile. Tomorrow I'm planning a beach day with my two roommates. I want to explore Goosewing Beach. It's managed by the Nature Conservancy and is one of the most unspoiled areas in RI.

While I have this blessed gift of time, in addition to job hunting and my return to the studio, I'm trying to grab as much seashore time as I can.

Goosewing Beach photos and more info here.

A sea captain had three loves: sailing, good food and the vineyard. One day in 1969, Captain Douglas became fed up with the stale store bought donut. At the time, there weren't any good year round restaurants. So he sat and sketched his dream of a restaurant on a paper napkin. His sketch took life and he opened the Tavern in 1971.

Like many, I've always had a thing for The Black Dog. Essentially, we almost grew up together. We first arrived at the Vineyard somewhere around 1975 or '76. By the time we first stepped foot on the island, the Black Dog had expanded to a little bakery next to the ferry.

On this trip I researched The Black Dog. I found this beautiful piece on the legacy of The Black Dog. In reading, I saw where my attraction came from. Captain Douglas dared to follow his passion and create his dream. And, as impossible as it feels at time, it is something I continue to strive to do.

The true story of a man and a dog.

The Legacy

"For many men, there is something especially alluring about a sailboat and the sea. It is the bond between a man, a boat and nature - a dream of stepping back to a simpler time.

Robert Douglas had that dream.

At an early age he had escaped the hustle and bustle of his hometown Chicago by summering on the Vineyard. From the cockpit of his fifteen-foot sailboat, he would watch the MV Islander and MV Nobska ferry visitors back to Woods Hole and New Bedford.

It was on such a visit that Robert Douglas made three promises to himself. One day he would build a ship. One day he would get a dog to sail by his side and to warm his feet in the winter. And one day he would call the Vineyard home.

In 1958, now a young Air Force Captain, Robert Douglas flew his last mission and then walked away from the twentieth century and toward his dream.

His vessel would be modeled after the schooner Joe Lane, a revenue cutter (in the 1800s revenue cutters patrolled the US coastline, enforcing import tariffs) built in 1850. Wherever possible, Captain Douglas would incorporate materials and techniques used in the 19th century. This proved to be quite a challenge. Cotton canvas, manila rope, and marlin along with oak frames and hanging knees, white pine decks, double sawn frames, and masts of Douglas fir, all had to be carefully woven together. In February 1964, after two years of careful construction, Douglas' one hundred and fifty-one foot topsail schooner, complete with coal stove, kerosene lamps and hand pumps for water, slipped into the icy waters of South Bristol, Maine. Captain Robert Douglas was at the helm. His boat, christened the Shenandoah, sailed a course for Martha's Vineyard.

A black Lab-Boxer mix would come aboard in 1967. Named The Black Dog after the character in Robert Lewis Stevenson’s "Treasure Island," for sixteen years man, the boat and the dog would be nearly inseparable.

For Captain Douglas, life was good. He purchased an old seaside inn that sat on the beach in Vineyard Haven. From the downstairs library window he could see Shenandoah, swinging on her mooring in the harbor. Sailors from all parts of the globe would walk down the beach, their sea bags tossed over their shoulders, headed for the Captain's house. The Black Dog would greet them at the door. The Captain and the sailors would sit around the fire and drink coffee, and sometimes rum. They compared ships and captains and talked of cargo and foreign ports.

While summer brought many people to the Vineyard, few remained year-round. In fact, the island had not one year-round restaurant. One cold day in 1969, over a bitter cup of coffee and a dry, packaged, store-bought donut, the Captain decided enough was enough. His dream would now include a place where Vineyarders and visitors could enjoy a good cup of chowder and great conversation year-round. That dream began as a sketch on a napkin.

One New Years' Day 1971, the doors to the Black Dog Tavern opened. Everyone said the chowder was just right, and there wasn't an empty seat in the house. In the corner by the fireplace, the Captain and his dog watched with satisfaction. The food was great, and the fire warmed the room with a glow that only a fireplace can impart.

The legacy had begun."

On Saturday, my final day on the island, I spent the afternoon heading to the other side. Checked out a bunch of galleries on the way and picked up business cards for potential connections and then continued on to Aquinnah, where the Gayhead lighthouse and white cliffs are found. From there I looped back because I needed to check out one of my favorite beaches, South Beach.

I love this landscape. It is extreme and serene at the same time.









Walking up the dunes from the road to South Beach. It too is unspoiled, protected area. Windier. Massive waves which look deceptive until you head into them. Strong currents. And nothing but water, beach, dunes and those who love it. There are some trails where, with a permit, you can off road to a more remote area. It's all pretty sweet.

The Flying Horses carousel in Oak Bluffs. Built in 1876 and first operated in Coney Island, it was moved to Martha's Vineyard in 1884 in a red barn where it still provides joy for many. The U.S. Dept of the Interior designated it a national landmark. In 1986 the Martha's Vineyard Preservation Trust acquired it to prevent it from being dismantled and have the horses sold to antique carved horse collectors. While riding you can still attempt to grab rings with the hope of catching brass ring.

Both were moored in the little harbor near where I was staying in Vineyard Haven. My sister researched the yacht while I looked for information on the schooner.

A tale of two boats - Vango the yacht and the Shenandoah schooner.

Info on the yacht can be found at this link. It was built in Port Angeles WA and named Vango because the owner commissioned faux Van Gogh paintings for the interior. I read that and was immediately squicked big time. The only thing that intrigued me was the little helicopter.

I immediately fell in love with the schooner not only because it was a sailboat...but a tall ship no less and flying the Black Dog. How could I not research it? According to the site it is a 108' sq. topsail schooner with no auxiliary power. Her hull form & rig, anchors and all materials adhere closely to mid 19th cent. practices. More information found at theblackdogtallships.com.

I've been busy immersing myself in the Island for the last final days and so haven't had time to post. But now that I'm back and am going thru bunches of photos, here is one of my lobster rolls. Photo requested by a friend.