CONTEMPORARY ART M a y 2 3 t h r o u g h O c t o b e r 9 , 2 0 1 7 CYNTHIA WININGS GALLERY 2 4 PA R K E R P O I N T R O A D B LU E H I L L M A I N E 917 2 0 4 4 0 01 C Y N T H I A W I N I N G S G A L L E R Y. C O M MAE www.maebluehill.com House of the Month 106 p o r t l a n d monthly magazine but they are no longer there. He also had a grand piano in his office. Cornell Univer- sity library has many of his desk items (in addition to his archives), including a man- ual typewriter and a marmalade jar that he used to hold his pencils. Accounts of how much of his writing he did at the boathouse are often exaggerated, although he did go there with a portable typewriter, on occa- sion, in mild weather.” But the real soul of the house seems elsewhere to a visitor. It’s as if Dischinger has saved it for last: “Adjoining the kitch- en, there’s a sitting room with the original black cook stove used by the Whites.” unphotographable… But you’re my favorite work of art T he stove is so evocative, so endear- ing, that Anna Gallant Carter, the sellers’ daughter and a talented pho- tographer, says, “I’ve never even attempted to shoot it. It’s just to be felt. A photograph could never do it justice.” Why? Because when she sees the stove, she engages with it across time, and not just with the visual sense. “My parents used to make us blueber- ry pancakes there.” How can you snap a pic- ture of an unforgettable fragrance? “Up above, in the ceiling, there’s a hole where the heat can pass through to upstairs.” Imagine wak- ing to the warmth, and the aura, of blueber- ry pancakes at this ocean farm, in Anna’s case after her first visit after graduating from University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill. “It’s just a black iron stove,” but it’s also “my brothers, my children, my parents, friends.” Because she loves horses, she’s taken be- witching photos of the barn. “I like being in the barn. I grew up with horses. I’ve spent a lot of time on farms. To be in that barn, my imagination goes wild. While it’s empty just now, their presence is there.” At the mouth of the barn is the rope swing that stars in Charlotte’s Web. “I’ve photographed it and swung on it. It’s a quick up and down!” “For a second you seemed to be falling to the barn floor far below, but then sud- denly the rope would begin to catch you, and you would sail through the barn door going a mile a minute, with the wind whis- tling in your eyes and ears and hair.” –From Charlotte’s Web