September 11 - October 10, 2021
Opening Reception
Saturday September 11, 5-7pm
Free and Open to Public, Masks required indoors
The Dedee Shattuck Gallery is excited to present photographs by Barbara Gilson—who lives in Portland, Oregon but is exhibiting photographs of SouthCoast, Massachusetts.
In autumn of last year, Gilson traveled from Oregon to Massachusetts to visit her 92-year-old mother. While quarantining for two weeks in South Dartmouth, she wandered around with her camera, enchanted by the landscape. She began each day looking out onto the Slocum River, and ended each day looking out onto the Slocum River. In between, she walked, always with camera in hand.
Barbara Gilson
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Biography
I was born in Boston, Massachusetts and raised in the city of Brockton, a once flourishing shoe town south of the city.
At 5 years of age, I clearly remember looking out the window into my backyard, at the long awaited burst of the eastern spring, and wondering if what I was seeing was what everybody else saw.
I still feel there is a full and simple pleasure in seeing. Little moments are illuminated, a gesture is revealed, a simple beauty can take hold. Making photographs as I wander through the world, looking out from within, I delight in the play of light and color which direct my discovery. Spontaneously acknowledging what is continually unfolding, my photographs quietly celebrate the grace and rhythm of life.
I have been deeply absorbed by the landscape where I find myself, photographing, hiking, or working in my garden. Portland Oregon has been home for the last 30 years. I grow and harvest medicinal herbs, vegetables and flowers, and remain awed by the miraculous potential of seeds.
Artist Statement
In late Fall 2020, I traveled from Portland, Oregon to arrive in S. Dartmouth, Massachusetts to quarantine for two weeks before I was able to safely visit my family and spend time with my 92 year old mom. I was so lucky to have this extended time in this landscape and very grateful to wander this piece of paradise.
It was 70 degrees some of the days, snowed on Halloween, and when the winds stirred they rattled the windows and doors of the wooden structure I was lodged in.
I began each day looking out onto the river and ended each day looking out onto the river. In between I wandered, hiked, always with my camera in hand.
Alone, amidst the open sky, wide stretches of rivers and bays, I ventured into the maze of wetlands and trails, enchanted by the endless variations in light as it transformed the landscape.
