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Kissinger grew up in Perdido Bay near Pensacola but has lived in the Everglades for 25 years. “I really love the sense of place we have here on the southwest coast. Especially if you visit some of the inland small towns like LaBelle and Alva that are east of Ft. Myers on the Caloosahatchee River. The people there go back a few generations and they can tell you things about the history and the environment you would never know if you didn’t have those conversations.”
She often paints scenes along the Caloosahatchee River near the Town of Alva because it’s overlooks a couple of oxbow islands. “I’ve always loved these river islands because they are so much a part of Old Florida—when you kayak around them, you still see how the river looked when it was allowed to make its own decisions on where it wanted to go.
The sabal palms and oak trees create such a wonderful contrast with each other.
As an artist,painting that combination, you can’t beat the shadow play that can happen at any time of the day. And the habitat on the oxbow islands seems to stay more stable without all the invasive non-native plants so they are also great places for rookeries and wildlife.”
About the artist.....
Life Among the Mangroves
Native Floridian Megan Kissinger is an acrylic painter. Her background in scientific illustration helps her to present the beauty and connectedness that she sees in every aspect of the natural universe, Her artistic passion drives her attempt to “make viewers aware of how everything in the world is connected in some way.” In order to show structure and design in nature, Kissinger's paintings get viewer up close an personal with plants and animals. Her compositions reveal her fascination with light and line. “I can get lost,” the fine artist admits, “in late afternoon and twilight shadows—sweeping and arching lines— and in scenes like the dappled light of oak hammocks and