|"When skies turn red," 8 x 10 watercolor, 140 lb. d'Arches rough press paper|
Skies turn red on the Great Plains, usually at the crack of dawn, or just after sunset.
Add a spring thunderstorm, usually in the evening, and the drama of the landscape, the skies and the colors speak of the vastness of nature, and the solitude of geography.
Solitude is more rare than ever these days, when we need it most, to think, to create, to breathe, to recover. It's not being quarantined or sheltered or lonely because of the storm of the pandemic, but because we need the space of the Great Plains and individuality in this culture of conformity, lies and noise to be human.
Thus today's watercolor.