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Sunday, April 11, 2021

The Road Less Traveled

"Alone," 8 x 10 140 lb Fabriano Artistico rough press paper

 
Art (as a verb)  is a solitary journey.

The deeper you get into it, you keep looking for the road less traveled.

The pandemic has helped us focus  in many ways, and while I have sorely missed interaction and support with friends and family, it has increased solitude, time to think, to brood, the try to bring something creative out of being...alone.

In the early days I found art my therapy, home for my thoughts, my imagination, a fortress against the tragedy. As it has lessened for me, I've notice my art has also been muted.

Today's watercolor, the first larger one in a while, that took a long time to come about in my head and heart,  tells that story.

Redbud season

"Redbud Season," 5 x 7 watercolor, 140 lb Fabriano Artisitico cold press


Everywhere
you go these days in Oklahoma, one color stands out. S
tands out against the greening trees, other bare branches, the coming spring.

Redbuds.

We've lost six trees to ice and cold this past year, and it's time to plant a redbud.

April has not been a good month for me, in painting, or in blogging. No excuses, but driving around, and shopping in a nursery does help. In the meantime, here's today's little impressionistic watercolor.

Friday, April 2, 2021

368 pages in a plague year

Yesterday marked a year since I started a daily journal of the plague year--not knowing if I'd survive the pandemic, or if I could keep up a routine. 368 pages later, the answer is "Yes."

I've never been disciplined enough to keep a diary, but the uncertainty of these times, I wanted to start keeping a personal record of our ordeals.

Perhaps the model was Samuel Pepys' 1660 personal diary which also covered the plague in London. It was certainly the idea for this old repentant English major.

When the pandemic first hit us in mid-March, I determined to start almost daily watercolors, hoping to bring some color into a darkening year. My slide shows of those watercolors are complete on this blog, through February, and March has slacked off. But the idea for the journal began in March a year ago.

Here's the record of the pages. April 1 to July 31--168 pages; August 1 to December 31--127 pages; January 1 to April 1--73 pages.

Obviously, I wrote more earlier than I have of late, especially after vaccination. Some pages have only a fraction of a page, others run for two to three pages. What is remarkable is that I've only missed about five or six days in the entire year.

It's changed over the year as well, as I keep track of temperatures, weather, my weight, and the books I've read and paintings. Early writing included the multiple pandemics--biologic, the political nightmare and racism, as well as the ice storm and other worries..

I've started  going back and reading a few pages at a time, and it's like going back in time to what we've endured and survived. 

How long will I continue? Don't know. This morning's notes were brief. I may add some later...it's almost a compulsion now, like this blog, because there are books to read, and paintings waiting to emerge. And Like Pepys' diary, its personal, not meant to be shared. His was discovered and has become a classic. Mine won't--besides, nobody can read my scrawl..


Wednesday, March 31, 2021

Country Store

"Country Store," 5 x 7 watercolor, Fabriano Artistico cold press paper

I
love traveling the back roads because you discover all sorts of unexpected treasures.

Here I find real Americana, not the plastic chain stores of the cities.

So it was last week, in rural Texas, not too far from an expanding metropolis, where there's an old general store.

Today's little quick watercolor is not an exact replication, but a rough impression stuck in my memory. It had a flag pole, but I had to add a Texas flag.


Monday, March 22, 2021

Save hafer Park

 Developers are trying to damage Hafer Park, and harm our neighboroods at the expense of developers with no concern for quality of life in Edmond.

They propose a monstrous apartment complex with just one outlet on 15th street. This has been turned down before. The city meets today.

Here was my email to city officials.

Edmond  mayor, councilmen, officials: