"When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple... ," Sons of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train." Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. -- Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in 150 countries.

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Creativity hibernation?

Susan's barn, 9  by 12 140 # d'Arches watercolor
s's barn,
Tonight she said, "You aren't painting. Paint tonight."
Said I, "Agreed. I wrote today that my creativity seemed to be in hibernation or dead."
Said she, "Your creativity is everywhere. Go paint."
So I did, from a cloud I'd seen in Oklahoma recently, changing the foreground, thinking of my favorite American artist, David Holland, who paints cloudscapes like I could only wish for.
He and I share the love for the skies, and my watercolors show that. My craft is rusty, because I don't paint every day, as I should.
So tonight's  painting, more from memory than a photo, is close, --not good enough--but at least a start.
So, from a mid-day photo, to become  a morning, or evening, scene.

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