Sunday, November 18, 2018

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

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.

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

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!

Friday, March 16, 2018

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!