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Limited Edition Archival Giclee Print. 16 X 20 in. 

Lost at Sea is a love story to my beloved Sag Harbor. The original work is a luscious encaustic seascape painting layered with an image transfer of a historical residential map of the village.  I am offering limited edition 16 x 20 in. archival giclee prints of the original painting to all who cherish Sag Harbor or the dreams of the imagination. 


I had the good fortune of being born in the magical Village of Sag Harbor, nestled on the East End of Long Island, a haven tucked in the inlets of the Long Island Sound and bathed in glowing light. Settled long ago it was a Whaling Village, noted in Melville's Moby Dick as a raucous town, far more lively than the sleepier one I knew growing up. My parents, both born and raised in the Bronx had felt they had stumbled upon paradise on their first trip out to the Harbor in the early 70s. Sag Harbor was quiet and unassuming back then, with hard working, down to earth people who had lived there for generations upon generations. Dogs would sleep peacefully and soundly in the middle of the street, veering traffic to respect their napping. Always having an active imagination, I would envision tales of the people who had walked the same paths as I was. Separating North Haven from the Village of Sag Harbor is the North Haven Bridge, offering a view of the coves and village that inspires the soul. In high school I would walk home sometimes over this bridge imagining the majestic whaling vessels coming into port. Taking in the sweet smell of honeysuckle immersed with the salty sea I could picture the fishermen's wives expectantly waiting on their widow's walks for a glimpse that their husbands had arrived safely home. Upon learning of the Gardiner Family, and their private island just beyond the cove, I had a true feast for the imagination, considering the possibility that treasure lie buried not so far below the surface of the turquoise waves. As a romantic adolescent I would write poetry on scraps of paper and secure them in glass bottles that I'd send off into the waters near the Shelter Island Ferry. Lost at Sea conjures these rememberings of my dear Sag Harbor and allows the imagination to wander in the mesmerizing deep blues of the sea and the intricate image transfer map of the families who once had lived in the Village and some who have the good fortune of preserving their family’s ancestral homes today. My first true love was not a person but this tranquil village by the sea. 

Lost at Sea

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