Thursday, June 2, 2011

Lake Champlain Liminal, Late Spring, Dusk



Lake Champlain Liminal, Late Spring, Dusk

Painting by Kevin Macneil Brown, watercolor and gouache on paper, 2011

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

North Beach Drift

North Beach Drift
Photograph by Kevin Macneil Brown



Beginning, arriving; the thickening of all
blessings; the fullness of this
sky full of migrating hawks
all day, once the morning
finds its zenith.

A streak of unknown
light on the lake
is un-remarked but not unnoticed
in the slash of seams at
the edge of uncountable
years.

And those who sailed and
paddled these bays, coves, creeks,
passages
so long ago
have left a flash of thoughts--
no more words or marks--
but nonetheless a vividness
of presence,
an imprint.

Today, tall sedges
beyond
the spillway sway…and
gray water stirs
a sleeping idea
at the source of all reflection.

- Kevin Macneil Brown

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Lake Champlain Meditation




Water, Mountains, Juniper Island: Lake Champlain Meditation


Painting by Kevin Macneil Brown,

watercolor on paper, April 2011

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Lake Champlain Liminal

Lake Champlain Liminal
Painting by Kevin Macneil Brown,
acrylic on canvas, March 2011

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Lake Light, November


LAKE LIGHT, NOVEMBER (Quiet Waters 9)
Painting by Kevin Macneil Brown, acrylic on canvas, 2010)

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Lake Light, October

LAKE LIGHT, OCTOBER- painting by Kevin Macneil Brown,
watercolor on paper, October, 2010



Painted on the boat:
Blue circles, lines, and
Contours to reflect

The journey,
The opening of space
That the prow,
Cutting gently,
Seeks and sublimates

*
The sky was a sea
For birds and remembrance
In high September

So many strange colors:
Pines and maples and oaks and
Hemlocks; the sharp and
Piercing red
Of berries on mountain ash.

He had brought corn and
Salt, a small flask of
Trader’s whiskey;
Flint and bacon grease,
Line, weight, bait….

*
River, you have
Brought me here, he
Said,
Then smiled and shivered.

Stars rose like
everything must

Now October
Shimmered
On the skin of these waters.


-Kevin Macneil Brown