Author Archives: Meredith d'Ambrosio

“Silent snowfall on deep woods; the crunching of my footsteps in the dry, thick snow; the promise of a warm fireplace and hot cocoa when I reached home and shed my winter clothes.”—Eddie Higgins The Disappearing Land By Meredith d’Ambrosio DUXBURY Massachusetts—(Weekly Hubris)—December 19, 2016— “Raging Blizzard,” Oil on Canvas, 20” X 30” (2006). This […]

“One sunny day, we sat on the grass across the road and made black pencil studies of the cherry tree. Shadows took on new meaning for Emma that day. When I finally painted the tree in the winter, my pencil study became the basis for this oil painting.”—Meredith d’Ambrosio The Disappearing Land By Meredith d’Ambrosio […]

“The following day, I revisited the scene hoping to find the horses back in their grassy field. I noticed that the pair never left each other’s side while grazing. I was surprised to find black sheep and goats getting along with one another in the same meadow.”—Meredith d’Ambrosio The Disappearing Land By Meredith d’Ambrosio DUXBURY […]

“I took a triple-take as I noticed a three-story treehouse in the process of being built, and looked for a place to park to study the scene for a while.”—Meredith d’Ambrosio The Disappearing Land By Meredith d’Ambrosio DUXBURY Massachusetts—(Weekly Hubris)—9/14/2015— Driving home from Snug Harbor after shopping for fresh seafood in Duxbury, I decided to […]

“After settling in the lovely town of Duxbury, I was invited to mount a four-month solo exhibition at the Art Complex Museum of Duxbury, for which event the curator also asked me to paint some Duxbury scenes.”—Meredith d’Ambrosio The Disappearing Land By Meredith d’Ambrosio DUXBURY Massachusetts—(Weekly Hubris)—6/8/2015— When we first moved to Duxbury, my Black […]

“At first, I noticed that the glass panes of the porch door were reflecting mauve and other tones in the aftermath of the sunset. It seemed I must be in Norway’s latitudes, though I was in fact studying my neighbor’s house in Eugene, Oregon.”—Meredith d’Ambrosio The Disappearing Land By Meredith d’Ambrosio DUXBURY Massachusetts—(Weekly Hubris)—4/6/2015—   […]

“Though I wore heavy mittens, my fingers grew numb as I sketched this foggy, snow-drizzly scene onto a thick piece of wood.”—Meredith d’Ambrosio The Disappearing Land By Meredith d’Ambrosio DUXBURY Massachusetts—(Weekly Hubris)—2/23/2015—   After a concert tour in France and Holland with “Haydn” (Eddie Higgins, my late husband), we took a side trip to visit […]

“One day later, it began to snow again—a second storm! I ventured outside with plastic bags strapped to my boots and leggings, and plodded through the white-out to a steep winding downhill road, carrying a thick wooden board. I planned to sketch the barely discernible scene at the bottom of the road.”—Meredith d’Ambrosio The Disappearing […]

“Silent snowfall on deep woods; the crunching of my footsteps in the dry, thick snow; the promise of a warm fireplace and hot cocoa when I reached home and shed my winter clothes.”—Eddie Higgins The Disappearing Land By Meredith d’Ambrosio DUXBURY Massachusetts—(Weekly Hubris)—2/23/2015— This painting is the second of my three depictions of Peggy’s Cove, […]

“On my first trip to Key West, Florida, I visited the home of Ernest Hemingway to explore the gardens, and discovered that there were more than 150 cats living on the premises. The scene in this watercolor shows the jungle-like vegetation surrounding the writer’s house.”—Meredith d’Ambrosio The Disappearing Land By Meredith d’Ambrosio DUXBURY Massachusetts—(Weekly Hubris)—12/15/2014— I […]