{"id":66,"date":"2026-08-13T17:51:58","date_gmt":"2026-08-13T17:51:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ksfreeman.com\/musings\/?page_id=66"},"modified":"2026-09-02T00:51:22","modified_gmt":"2026-09-02T00:51:22","slug":"artist-bio","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/ksfreeman.com\/musings\/artist-bio\/","title":{"rendered":"Artist Bio"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>by Kevin Freeman<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I was born in July of 1960. I was raised in Cape Neddick, Maine and consider myself a local after living here for 66 years. I attended the York Beach School, and Cape Neddick School, York Junior and Senior High. I graduated from York High School in 1978. I attended and graduated from the Portland School of Art (MECA) in 1983. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I met my wife, Sandra at the Portland School of Art. We shared an apartment for a summer on Crescent Street before moving to Cape Neddick. We moved into a painting studio I had begun building during my last year at PSA. The building was quite primitive but suited our ambitions well. I supported myself by working for a friend who was a mason. This allowed me to spend time working as needed\u2014to buy food and paint.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sandra studied photography at the Art School. We both had creative aspirations and found our studio to be a comfortable place to live, our long driveway removed us from the hustle and bustle of a tourist community in the summers. But also, put us in Ogunquit center with a short bike ride. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"683\" height=\"1024\" src=\"http:\/\/ksfreeman.com\/musings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMAG0280-683x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-67\" srcset=\"http:\/\/ksfreeman.com\/musings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMAG0280-683x1024.jpg 683w, http:\/\/ksfreeman.com\/musings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMAG0280-200x300.jpg 200w, http:\/\/ksfreeman.com\/musings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMAG0280-768x1152.jpg 768w, http:\/\/ksfreeman.com\/musings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMAG0280-1024x1536.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/ksfreeman.com\/musings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMAG0280-1365x2048.jpg 1365w, http:\/\/ksfreeman.com\/musings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMAG0280-scaled.jpg 1707w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 683px) 100vw, 683px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Kevin Freeman, circa 1985, photo by Sandra Freeman<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"684\" src=\"http:\/\/ksfreeman.com\/musings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMAG0210-1024x684.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-68\" srcset=\"http:\/\/ksfreeman.com\/musings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMAG0210-1024x684.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/ksfreeman.com\/musings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMAG0210-300x200.jpg 300w, http:\/\/ksfreeman.com\/musings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMAG0210-768x513.jpg 768w, http:\/\/ksfreeman.com\/musings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMAG0210-1536x1025.jpg 1536w, http:\/\/ksfreeman.com\/musings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMAG0210-2048x1367.jpg 2048w, http:\/\/ksfreeman.com\/musings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/IMAG0210-449x300.jpg 449w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Sandra and Kevin at Home, circa 1984, photo by Sandra Freeman<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sometime in 1990, at the advent of my first child, I began a sign business. It was a very modest operation, it slowly expanded and we made a living. Having been a student of simplicity and nature, inspired by Thoreau and others I lived in two worlds. One; the reality of life, the other, the dream of being creative, whatever that meant I really didn&#8217;t know. During parenthood everything else was set aside. Our priority was to raise our children with love and devotion. This created challenges that we embraced with dedication. I always kept a pen and ink nearby and would occasionally dabble with paint and canvas. I imagined myself, someday, getting back to the creative life that I experienced before parenthood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I have always loved painting. Well, since my mother bought me finger paints for the bath tub when I was two or three years old. I recall being stupefied at how I could put my finger in a jar of paint, wipe it on the bathtub wall and there was something! OMG, I was hooked! I carry that same feeling of wonder when I paint today and that is what inspires me to keep at it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"768\" src=\"http:\/\/ksfreeman.com\/musings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/IMG_5193-1024x768.jpeg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-130\" srcset=\"http:\/\/ksfreeman.com\/musings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/IMG_5193-1024x768.jpeg 1024w, http:\/\/ksfreeman.com\/musings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/IMG_5193-300x225.jpeg 300w, http:\/\/ksfreeman.com\/musings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/IMG_5193-768x576.jpeg 768w, http:\/\/ksfreeman.com\/musings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/IMG_5193-1536x1152.jpeg 1536w, http:\/\/ksfreeman.com\/musings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/IMG_5193-2048x1536.jpeg 2048w, http:\/\/ksfreeman.com\/musings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/IMG_5193-400x300.jpeg 400w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Kevin Freeman, Senior Year, PSA<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by Kevin Freeman I was born in July of 1960. I was raised in Cape Neddick, Maine and consider myself a local after living here for 66 years. 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