New work. Old work.  A coming together in the 2017 calendar. Order today to get for Christmas.

A windy day. Warm sun. A run. A dip. Towels hung to dry. Annie's busy drawing. Soft grass. Your skin feels the salt residue and you feel so alive.

​I have deep nostalgia when it comes to these simple moments in time. If I hadn't painted it, would I even remember it? Or is it because I have painted it, it can now be removed from my memory and live?
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​40x30 acrylic/canvas 1500.

Is it too soon to begin thinking about the new year? It's okay to plan ahead, just as long as we live our todays. This calendar was born from the "brushes painting collection" that I have created during the summer. You may remember, when Parker picked me up from an art retreat on Isle Au Haut, I inadvertently packed my sketchbook to go home via another artist. With only my ipad on board and several beautiful days of sailing ahead of us, I remembered reading about David Hockney having a show of ipad paintings using the "brushes" app. Voila! My ipad became my sketchbook! To view each month or to purchase a calendar, please click HERE. Cards and glycee prints (framed & unframed) are also available. 

Please know that, although I receive notice that there has been a sale and a commission is given, I do not know who has made a purchase. I would love you to send a little note telling me, "hey laurie, i just purchased one of your calendars". Then I will be able to say "thank YOU" and send you a notecard to do so.

Embrace this beautiful season with its bold color, fast moving clouds, crackling fires, apples. It's time to hunker in, welcome the early darkness with open arms and give your body time to rejuvenate.
Thank you for viewing. 

 

40"X30" ACRYLIC/CANVAS  4,000.00

Annie was in the back yard drawing. My goal of the retreat was to include people in my work. We are always checking in with each other... 
This speaks of a summer day to me. A happy day. A good breeze, but not too much. A few clouds sprinkled in with the sun so it's not too hot. Just right.

And EXCITING news. The "brushes" paintings that I have been making on my ipad daily are now available at RedBubble as prints and framed prints. Please share this with others. Thank you!

Thirteen years.  Thirteen years of a one week shared time to create, to walk and look, to listen, to laugh, to cry, to laugh and laugh, and swim and dine and dance... to create. Our first island was Great Spruce Head, summer home of the Porter family--Fairfield, Eliot. It was like living in a museum, everything the same, dragons wrapped around the living room ceiling, purple glass lamps on the end tables, bordered by ochre walls. Magical. People at the tennis court spoke to Jennifer. Fireflies danced for Cheryle. Every year since, every island, has had its magic. It might not happen while we are even there, but in the days, weeks that follow. That salt air, the time up late, up early, sun rises, sun sets, surf sounds, bird calls, and mostly, that creative energy gathered from friends that have become more than friends. Because of all you've shared. 
When Parker sailed to pick me up at Isle Au Haut this year after 10 days painting, the other campers sent out a flurry of emails. When we had cel coverage, I gleaned that a few of them were going to keep the energy alive by drawing--a drawing or sketch each day. lt sounded wonderful but there was a problem. I was on our sailboat for 6 days and had sent my sketchbook home with my other art supplies by mistake. BUT, I did have my ipad! I had dabbled with an "app" called brushes because I had read about it a couple years ago--David Hockney was having a show of his ipad drawings! 
So it has begun, "The ipad paintings of LHadlock". I'm possessed. Just ask my husband, my son. If I wake at 4 in the morning, great! I can work on my ipad painting! It's also possible to do on my iphone. What can I say, but I am so excited. 
I am currently working on finding a source for fine art prints so they will be available to you. Soon.
Any thoughts or questions or smiles will make me happy.

24X48  ACRYLIC/CANVAS  private collection
We are approaching summer solstice and I bring you a clear winter eve at Sugarloaf. This painting is part memory of walking to the car after watching a day of Ilka racing, waiting for Finn to finish some pick up hockey at the nordic center, and part inspiration from photographers Steve Fuller and Cory Ransom. Each has captured this great mountain in their own inimitable way. It is also part encouragement from a wonderful couple who continue to collect my work and own this painting. I hope it brings you a little slice of contentment/quiet/peace and you see the beauty in winter.
THIS PAINTING IS CURRENTLY AVAILABLE AS A PRINT
SEE THIS AND OTHERS IN THIS LIMITED PORTFOLIO.


It has been so long since I've been in touch
Where has time gone?
West to see 
my beautiful daughter.
South to sit with my son 
through surgery.
To the island to launch summer's float
And to the landing 
to launch our boat.

But time also takes.
Harve, you were such a dear man
and Lynn has overwhelming sadness--
the overdose of her son
and you took her Mom too?

We can be frozen in time.
It passes.
We missed it.
We wait for a new day.
A brighter day.

Seize the day.
Seize each moment.
Seize each day.
You say.

But when you are in that moment,
that moment of seizing time, 
should you let happiness OR sadness overcome you.
knowing it is better than missing it?

should you wipe away your fears
to grasp the here and now?
yes...
yes.

My work is currently being featured in an on-line gallery at mainecottage.com/galllery.html
and also in Camden at the Camden Falls Gallery.

 

"...OUT THE HARBOR" whimsical study/acrylic on canvas
this little painting is sort of like thinking aloud..
when you think of "sailing out the harbor" on a clear day, the water is the bluest blue in your mind, right out of the paint container, the sails are bright white, the waves rhythmic. In your mind, the scene appears simply, like a childrens' book illustration. . . happy and honest.

I should tie in the following poem with this post somehow, but truly it just came to me. Lovely it is in its simplicity, honesty. Perhaps whimsical images come to my mind at its' reading?
Whatever the message, it leaves you with a glow. I know this feeling.

You must read it aloud to truly feel it.



[i carry your heart with me (i carry it in]
BY E. E. CUMMINGS

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
                                                      i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

RIVER STUDY  ACRYLIC/CANVAS  ©2014 LH

One of my and Lois's favorite haunts growing up in rural Maine was a stream that paralleled the railroad tracks. Brimming with icy clear water in the spring, you could find two kindred spirits in their rubber boots (usually water filled) hunched over. Hours of entertainment could be found beneath the surface, on the surface, and just being alongside the magical sound of rushing, gushing water. Smooth stones and our hands were magnified as we reached below. Sticks became boats, regattas ensued, and we would race to our bikes at the edge of the bank and ride quickly alongside to arrive at the finish ahead of the "boats" (if they did not get hung up along the way). Fallen tree branches were dragged close to form a bridge that was more like a tight rope or balance beam. We never made it home dry. In fact we may have stopped along the way to climb a grandfather pine, adding pitch to rolled up pants and cold arms.

Most recent river fun included "floating" in Wyoming. "Let's go floating today!" my daughter and her buddies said as they scrambled to the garage selecting their tubes. Off we went, bottoms sunk in the middle of the tubes, arms outstretched on one end, feet hanging over the other, "floating" a few miles through small and not so small rapids, laughing nervously.  

I think a river painting should reflect that joy, that alluring nature of moving water.

“May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back, the way it is with children.” 
RAINER MARIE RILKE

A little secret, for those of you who have never been to our home... over our living room mantle hangs a large framed Wyeth PRINT. It is not an original. Since my husband was in college, many years ago, he had been taken with this particular painting and actually had it matted and framed with the idea in mind that, some day, it would hang in his living room. The fact that he had designs on that particular space (and probably not designs on marrying an artist) I found sort of alluring. Not being a true, loyal Wyeth fan, I questioned it, but only briefly. This print is different.
Walter Anderson leaning on his dory. Life is good, more than good. It actually reminds me of my husband, who, when he's anywhere near the water is happy. He can be heard saying "Isn't it beautiful?" on the nastiest days.

My point is Parker couldn't afford the original painting, if it was even for sale. But he loved that image. He loved it enough to imagine it it over his future mantle.

It is with trepidation that I go down the road of producing prints of my work. For now, I have chosen a limited collection. One being the wedding at Whaleboat Island. The original hangs in our entry and I have had so many inquiries about this piece, I thought, perhaps, it just might make someone smile to have it in their own home.

In trying to make this opportunity as simple, but as high quality as possible, I think "Redbubble" is a fine answer. I look forward to hearing from you.

LHADLOCK GLYCEE PRINTS / or link to from my site tab GLYCEE PRINT/BOOK ORDER

HALF EATEN GRAPEFRUIT . 2 PAIRS  ACRYLIC/BIRCH PANEL  5"X5"  50./EA
(because everyone should own original art)  

As I said last week, when I need to get back to simply seeing and painting, it's self portraits or still lives.  I came upon this marvelous quote by Matisse that says it more artfully than I. 


"One gets into a state of creativity by conscious work. To prepare one's work is first to nourish one's feelings by studies which have a certain analogy with the picture, and it is through this that the choice of elements can be made. It is these studies which permit the painter to free his unconscious mind."


I love that "to free the unconscioius mind" because it is very true... and not just with art, but many things in life that are done repeatedly with great thought--how to shoot a basketball for example. The player stands holding his hands in precisely the correct position and bends his legs at precisely the right time and releases at the precise moment to achieve the correct arch, but after he does this often enough, during the game, it is his subconscious mind that takes over. He/she shoots the ball free of thinking, a beautiful moment.


Some paintings I barely remember the act of painting--so focused, clear, and direct the unconscious intentions are.