Tom Curry stands in a large room packed so tightly one can only slight maneuver through the clutter. Easels, canvases, paints, tables, filing cabinets, paintings, with an exercise bike planted squarely in the middle- all back-dropped by a wall of shelves that appear to be out of some antiquarian’s library, filled with art books, paintings and plaster busts. Northern light filters in from the Maine woods through a wall of 16 ft. windows, filling the old school house with soft ethereal light. I was late for an event, but (as usual) wanted to drive just a little bit further to see the famous wooden boat building center of the northeast Brooklin, Maine, a small remote hamlet along the Eggemoggin Reach. As we entered the…