The Dilettante’s curiosity constantly diverts him from his intended path. Such was the case a couple of Sundays ago, as I was returning from Newport. It was a grayish day, with more than a hint of late fall, but as I reached Fairfield, Maine, the sun broke through, and I decided to veer off I-95 and head up to see the South Solon Meeting House, a place I’d known about for 45 years, and had always wanted to see, and on this day I decided the time had come.
To get to South Solon takes some perseverance. One drives up 120 to Skowhegan, and then up Lakewood Avenue and out of town, on the path for Canada. The convenience stores and car lots of outer Skowhegan rapidly give way to open country—-hardscrabble farmland, fewer houses, more forests. It’s a wilder, poorer, remoter Maine than the one on the south, coastal, side of Interstate 95. As I approached Solon, I kept watching for some sign that I was there—I knew I was south of Solon village proper, and logic dictated that I must be in South Solon now, but nothing, almost literally nothing, was to be seen to give a clue.
The next day was the opening of hunting season, a serious event in this part of Maine, and in the village, I stopped to ask how to find South Solon and the meeting house, at a convenience store with a huge banner welcoming the hunters who would be arriving tomorrow. The nice guy at the convenience store directed me a mile back down the road, turn at the Quonset hut, and go about two miles. He said the road would get ‘wicked curvy’, and he did not lie. It also went relentlessly uphill in its winding way, and after passing a certain elevation, I found myself driving on the first snow covered ground of the season, evergreens and stone walls frosted with fresh snow. At the crossroads, where once a little village had prospered, there now remained only a couple of old farmhouses, and the object of my quest, the 1842 meeting house. It sat on its corner, a spartan little early clapboard structure in the odd mix of Gothic and Greek revivals that is often seen in New England Churches. The sun had disappeared again, and I went inside, to view the wonder of South Solon Maine.
The South Solon Meeting house interior has been barely altered since construction, with only original coats of paint on what few surfaces ever were painted. The interior is almost primitive, with the box pews of an earlier age, and the high pulpit reached by double staircase, from which each Sunday the parson would endeavor to save his flock from eternal damnation.
Ah, but are you still with me? As charming as I find all of this, it alone would not be enough to take me so far out of my way late on a chilly afternoon. No, the real astonishments of this isolated structure are a series of frescoes covering the walls and ceilings of the entire interior, executed in the 1950’s by students at the Skowhegan School of Painting & Sculpture. The Sistine Chapel it isn’t, and in fact, the overall effect is somewhat odd, but the murals, and the story of how they came to be, is fascinating.
As I was walking toward this section, the pew door quietly and slowly swung open. It happened to be Halloween
The Skowhegan School was founded in 1946, concurrent with the rise of the New York School, by portraitist Willard Cummings, muralist Henry Varnum Poor, stone sculptor Charles Cutler, and Sidney Simon. It was, and remains, an art school governed by artists, and has been an influential presence in the American art scene since its inception.
A faculty seminar at the Skowhegan School in 1967
L-R: Robert Mangold, Philip Pearlstein, James McGarrell, Sidney Hurwitz, Henry Varnum Poor, Ann Poor, and Ben Shahn
In 1951, Margaret Blake, a trustee of the Chicago Art Institute, who had been visiting the Skowhegan School, was driving on the back roads and came upon the Meeting House. Moved by its shabby, untoched interior, she had the idea of a cooperative art project between the school and the church. Working with the school, Mrs. Blake set up the ‘Margaret Blake Fellowships For Decoration in True Fresco of the South Solon Meeting House’. A further statement was made that while there were to be no limitations in subject matter, the religious character of the non-sectarian building should be considered, and should have meaning for those whose worshipped there. A national competition was held, and 11 artists were chosen. The work was completed five years later, in 1956.
Frescoes on a convex wall in the narrow vestibule show the story of the meeting house, from original building to dedication of the paintings, with Mrs. Blake holding a bouquet of roses
The wall behind the pulpit, by William King. The ceiling fresco is by Edwin Brooks
Sidney Hurwitz applying plaster to the wall for his fresco (Photograph by Paul Cordes, Down East Magazine Nov. 1957)
Michiline Beaumont and Philip Bornath transferring a design to the wall (Cordes, Down East(
(Unfortunately, it was a gray afternoon just before dusk, and this wall defied either available light or flash)
One of Sidney Hurwitz’s frescoes, flanking the Bryan mural.
Detail from a fresco at the top of the winding stair to the choir loft
A sprig of scented geranium, mysteriously and touchingly attached to a bench in the choir loft
View from the choir loft. The frescoes on the right, by Thomas Mikkelson, depict scenes from the New Testament
Choir Loft Fresco
Another view of the Mikkelson mural
A 19th century pump organ is the newest furnishing in the Meeting House
View from choir loft to fresco depicting the trials of Job and the story of Abraham and Isaac by Alfred Blaustein
In recent years, with the help of grants, considerable funds have been expended on the conservation of the frescoes, now in the care of the South Solon Historical Society. In 2007, a grant from the Maine Humanities Council supported the return of several of the artists, to discuss their work on the Meeting House.
Ashley Bryan working on his fresco on the curved rear wall
50 odd years later, Bryan returns to South Solon to discuss his part in the fresco project, and his subsequent career as an illustrator. (Maine Humanities Council photograph)
The South Solon Free Meeting House, never locked, is open year round. Heat is not an option.
The Dilettante is indebted to an article by Lew Dietz, in Down East Magazine for Nov-Jan. 1957 for much of his information.