|"New Mexico Dreams," 11 x 14 300 lb. d'Arches cold press paper|
I understand though the frustration of being cooped up in a pandemic prison, which increases the yearning to travel.
Fortunately we have access to "social" media and photos from favorite places to remind us of the world as it once was, but it also increases the frustration.
More fortunately, we have our memories and dreams, and at this time of year I always think of New Mexico in the autumn, when the cottonwoods glow, the adobe reflects the sun, the skies reach forever, and the odor of pinon wood fires fill the crisp air.
Thus today's watercolor, out of my memories and dreams, hoping for the future. This is larger than I've painted in a while, and a version of the previous smaller painting.