In Massachusetts-speak, "going down the Cape" means heading to Cape Cod. That's what I did recently, stopping at the Cape Cod Museum of Art to see a beautiful solo show of Sarah Hinckley's regionally-inspired paintings, and then traveling along the arm of the Cape to Truro at Castle Hill Center for the Arts to drop off a painting for their auction (one of the very few I participate in), before ending up in Provincetown where I spent a few days hanging out with my friends Bev Hulse and Linda Reese, visiting the galleries, eating squash-blossom appetizers at The Mews, and sitting on the beach. Alas, I did not photograph the squash blossoms but I do have some images of the art I saw.
We start at the Cape Cod Museum of Art where Sarah Hinckley, who lives in New York City now but grew up not far from the museum, is showing 17 easel-size abstractions in oil that evoke the meeting of sky and sea. In Hinckley's version, that meeting--an omnipresent visual experience for Cape dwellers--is reductive and stylized but contains the essence of the horizon and the Cape's rarefied light. Her vegetation explodes wildly, too tropical for New England, but let's give the artist some room to cultivate her vision. At left is the museum and its own exploding vegetation.
In all the years I've been coming to Provincetown, I have never stopped into Gallery Voyeur, though appropriate to the gallery's name, I have peeked in. Painter Johniene Papandreas's large-scale portraits--classically inspired and often cropped dramatically--are to my mind an acquired taste. But my Facebook friend, Richard Christopher Patterson, who is now a real-life friend, works there and I stopped in to say Hi. I'm glad I did. The painting Papandreas did of him is fabulous, though as you can see from the picture of portrait and sitter below, those chartreuse cat eyes are a dazzling figment of the painter's imagination.