Boatmeadow is not a true Cape Cod Beach as we know it. For one
thing, it’s more of a meadow for beached boats — overturned canoes, dinghies,
kayaks, some of them untouched for decades. As for the beach itself, there’s
not much room to spread a blanket and almost no one does — just a tiny
semi-circle of sand beyond the lumpy parking lot at high tide. And at low tide,
well, the thing to do at Boatmeadow is not to be lying around on a blanket anyway, but to be walking away from the lot and the semicircle, and to keep on walking until you are very far removed
from all your realities.

A small river, just a creek at low tide, flows into Boatmeadow. It was once a
watery thoroughfare that sliced right through the lower cape, from the bay to
Town Cove to at the Eastham/ Orleans line. The little river mostly filled in,
of course, a long time ago and now is part of a great sea of watery marshland
that salts the beauty of Eastham. This series of paintings was produced over a
year’s time, through all seasons and weather changes and times of day. It’s an
incomplete series, because I will still be painting Boatmeadow Beach when I am
a very old lady, even older than I am now.