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Living on an island in Maine, summer has a rhythm all its own. The days are full and marked by the rituals that make summer, well... summer. Morning walks with GiGi followed by a float in the Basin. Sneakers on the studio steps to dry and my bathing suit hanging on the clothesline, with fingers crossed that it dries in time for the evening swim. Another dip in the ocean, or maybe the quarry, always seems like a perfectly reasonable way to end the day. Summer is wonderfully full. Six days a week I'm in my storefront in town, and those days are filled with conversations, laughter, catching up with friends, welcoming visitors who have just stepped off the ferry, and reconnecting with familiar faces who return every summer. There is always another story to hear and another one to tell. Every conversation reminds me how fortunate I am to make my living through creativity and connection. Living here means my days are surrounded by water and sky in every imaginable shade of blue and green. The harbor might be deep cobalt in the morning, turquoise by afternoon, and edged with silver by evening. The Basin has its own palette, the quarry another, and every drive into town offers a new combination of colors. I suppose that's one of the reasons I keep making more blues and greens. You would think I might eventually run out of ideas, but the island has other plans. Every day the light changes, the water changes, and another color quietly asks to be made. Barefoot in Blue is one of those colors. It is the color of July afternoons, warm sunshine, salty skin, and the simple pleasure of leaving your shoes by the door. It is a small celebration of island summers and all the ordinary moments that become unforgettable.
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