Sunday, November 18, 2018

Friday, October 26, 2018


Am I chasing stars or running away from the moon? 
I can’t tell anymore 
I know I’m lost in the wilderness 
I like it that way. 
Sometimes in my childhood 
I’d walk barefoot along warm dirt roads 
looking for wild strawberries under the late June sun 
Other times I’d sneak into the woods 
to sit near a frog pond
and read Ayn Rand while I smoked my parents’ cigarettes. 
I climbed a pine tree to ride out a thunder storm once
like John Muir 
In the noise and the rain and the wind 
hanging on for a dearer life
I saw Heaven all around me 
shining through the cracks in a deep indigo sky
When the storm was over 
I climbed down wet branches
and seeing more than I ever had before.
Later I traded that vision
for answers to all the wrong questions
and a map to all the wrong places
In that darkness
with no lightning to guide me
I almost couldn’t find my way back.
It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done
getting lost again 
in the wilderness
to play with the stars and the moon.
I like it that way.

~Becky Robbins

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Monday, October 15, 2018

Thursday, September 13, 2018

Northern Cardinal

Northern Cardinal
12"x12" oil pastel on canvas

I painted this as a gift for my cardinal-loving spouse. 

Tuesday, September 4, 2018

Red-tailed Hawk

Red-tailed Hawk
9"x12" oil pastel on canvas

This was commissioned for some dear friends. Red-tailed Hawks hold a special place in their hearts. 

Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Rose-breasted Grosbeak

Rose-breasted Grosbeak
24"x20" oil pastel on canvas

I had fun with the texture with this one. And all the expression in the face. A wonderful bird!

Thursday, August 16, 2018



Wake up to the world all around you
your heart and your spirit are free
accept your mistakes
don’t worry
try to live
try to breathe
try to be.

Find your peace 
in the center of chaos
listen when you can’t find the words
swallow your pride 
tame your ego
make friends with the trees and the birds.

Fly high on the wings of your ancestors
grow up 
and find love
and find light
believe in the flip side of evil
seek some answers 
know your truths
do what’s right.

~Becky Robbins

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Barn Owl

"Barn Owl"
20"x16" oil pastel on canvas

It was pure joy to navigate all the expression in this beautiful face. This panting won second place at the Mahoosuc Art Show in Bethel, Maine this year.

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Sunday, July 1, 2018


12"x12" oil pastel on canvas

One of the more dramatic birds to visit our feeder, Common Grackle, quiscalus quiscula.

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Ruffed Grouse Mom

We were hiking in Sebago, Maine when this Ruffed Grouse, Bonasa umbellus, came thrashing out onto the trail and faked a broken wing, dragging it on the ground and squealing and running up and down the trail ahead of us. She must have had babies in the woods nearby that she was trying to lead us away from. She came out of nowhere and we never saw the babies. Such a display!

Saturday, June 16, 2018

My Vintage Polish Doll

When I was a kid I went to visit my older sister at the house she shared with a boyfriend. Giving me a tour of the property, he showed me around his old barn. I found this sweet vintage Polish doll in a corner and he said it must have belonged to the previous owners, and that I could keep it. I’ve always treasured her, and she sits prettily on a shelf in my living room.
Years later, long after they had broken up, the boyfriend I had visited hanged himself in that very barn. I’d seen him a few times over the years and it was apparent to all that he had a terrible drug addiction, but I really don’t know why he chose to kill himself. He was young, around 30 years old or so when he died. I think of him and his kindness towards me every time I look at the doll. And I still remember just how she looked when I found her in the dusty, slanted, peaceful light of that old barn.

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Tufted Titmouse

Tufted Titmouse
9"x12" oil pastel on canvas

This little beauty is a regular at our feeder. This is a finger painting.

Monday, June 11, 2018


16"x12" oil pastel on linen

I found this little wonder, a Jack in the Pulpit, in the woods behind my house. Such an interesting subject to explore!

Thursday, May 3, 2018

Spring Fever

It’s a wondrous night. The moon is full and framed by branches pregnant with fat buds. A perfect balance of stars and clouds, orange and mauve in the moonrise. There’s a warm gusty wind rustling and bending the pines. And it’s so bright, almost as bright as day, without all the colors. I get the sense that everything around me is awake. It’s like a swell of movement surging from the darkness between the trees. No one out there will sleep tonight. I hear yowling and growling coming from the hedgerow. Songbirds are chirping and trilling and hopping from branch to branch. Woodcock are performing noisy mating rituals in the field. The spring air carries a mysterious sweetness – intriguing, almost irresistible. The primal part of me inhales deeply, wishing to follow that damp sweetness wherever it leads. To slip into the woods and go wild. Rage and run – shake off the long cold winter in a fevered, frenzied prowl. Come home at dawn, leaves and twigs in my hair, panting and muddy, eyes flashing.
The shadows in a cloud passing above the moon form, in perfect puffy letters, “NAY”. I imagine it’s a message from the heavens and try to figure out which question in my life it might be the answer to. The wind breaks the cloud into squarish bits, like cracked mud at the bottom of a dried stream. Every time I’m about to turn and go home I hear a new sound in the woods and the breeze rises and the pines rustle and bend again and the clouds streak and puff and new stars twinkle into view. I won’t rush it. This is a night to be savored.

~Becky Robbins

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Monday, April 9, 2018

American Beech Leaves

American Beech Leaves

They held on all winter. I’ve loved to hear them rattling in the wind. 

Saturday, April 7, 2018


Fox curled
pointed nose on warm red fur
scent of the sun and the earth
a dry den dug into the hillside
But spring is here.
Wake up, foxes!
Run and jump upon my memory.

Wake me up, foxes.

And under a painted sky
blinking first stars
I will find all that I lost
in a wet meadow somewhere north
under the sky of purity.
The taste of the Real
still on my tongue.


~Becky Robbins

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Spring Ice on Halls Pond

Spring Ice on Halls Pond
9"x12" oil on linen

I'm mesmerized by the changes the ice goes through as it melts away. Slow process this year!

Farm on Paris Hill

Farm on Paris Hill
6"x12" oil on linen

I've had the privilege of living on Paris Hill in western Maine for the past two and a half years. Beautiful homes and views, but especially beautiful people. Wonderful neighborhood!

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Ice Fishing on Pennesseewassee

Ice Fishing on Pennesseewassee
16"x20" oil on canvas

At Cooper Spring

At Cooper Spring
12"x9" oil on canvas

This is the view from the spring, a few miles from our home, where we go to fill up jugs for our drinking water. Delicious!