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“Stretching from sunny Southern California to the foggy forests of the North’s ‘Lost Coast’ the renowned Pacific Coast Highway travels through a spectacular, diverse landscape, hundreds of years of human culture, and often, the lack there of. Here is the essence of my coast,” says June Carey.
“Californians hold a special reverence for this coastline and its highway. Having come here in my youth, I always marveled at the atmosphere of untamed wilderness, despite the millions of visitors, each destined to ‘get over to the water and enjoy some peace and quiet’. However, if you have ever, for even one winter, relied on any section of this road as a viable thoughfare, you will know that invariably parts of it will rudely slither away into the hungry Pacific, leaving you to find an alternative route. Thus it maintains its beauty and respect.”
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The little farmhouse in Pennsylvania where I grew up was always alive with
singing, laughter and a love of the arts. My father, a voice instructor,
introduced us to the steady flow of eccentric, larger-than-life characters
found in his greatest passion – the dramatic world of the Italian opera.
Aida’s rich theme always seemed to be playing in the background as I went in
search of a reality I could call my own, escaping into the quiet roar of the
singing crickets and song of the meadowlark. I could lose myself in the
turquoise twilight magic of a summer evening or breath of sweet fields of
winter wheat beneath the rising sliver of a moon. I found my true love and
years later found myself longing for the beautiful fields of my childhood,
where everything was the way it should be. My passion springs forth through
the beauty of the fertile earth, which has always been my real teacher.
I began painting full time in 1982, doing my time as a starving artist while
raising my young son. I was happy to trade this tragic cliché for the happy
success of sell-out gallery shows and award banquets. In 1991, I married
maritime artist David Thimgan, and we thrived together. On one late summer
afternoon escape, traveling to the Mendocino coast, I discovered the
California wine country. I was so happy to have found a place in California
that reminded me of my long lost fields of Pennsylvania. I painted my first
vineyard scene in 1996 and, as time passed, this interest has taken me to the
countryside of Tuscany, where I feel I probably lived in a former lifetime. My
Italian opera theme song has never left my heart, and somehow life seems to
have come full circle, to connect, again, the passions of my life.
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