|Daily watercolor, 5.5 by 8.5--Stormy evening on the Great Plains|
"When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple... ," Sons of the Pioneers theme for TV show "Wagon Train." Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. -- Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon artist's musings melding metaphors and journalism, for readers in more than 150 countries.
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
Saturday, April 23, 2016
|Morning dreaming of the high road to Truchas, 5" by 6" journal watercolor on back porch|
Quiet time revelations after a walk
in Hafer Park this morning
"Since perception is reality, therefore all art is reality. There are no false views, wrong expressions, when artists put down what they perceive." -Terry M. Clark
Think about it--yes, some are better at perceiving than others--Mozart, Michelangelo, Cezanne, Picasso, Whitman, Conrad, Twain, Parker, Ansel Adams, McPhee, Prince, Mish, Jake Harms, and millions more in all the arts. Perhaps a few times, Clark?
"Above all, I want to make you see,"--Joseph Conrad. "When I'm on stage, I don't think, I feel,"--Keith Richards.
As an uptight first born journalist I began painting by trying to get every detail photographically right. Some freedom eventually came with more practice, and especially watching my grandchildren paint, for who there are no rules. Looking at early work, or at work now when I'm in a dry spell, I see this morning, that every angle is different, every color is different, every shape is different, depending on how I look at things, and knowing you will see them differently. Why have I not had this insight before on my work--whether watercolor or writing?
It helps to attend the Oklahoma City Festival of the Arts and be bombarded with a multitude of perceptions and realities.
Thus home from the walk to take out my leather bound watercolor journal--art and perceptions of reality in its own right--from Mind's Eye Journals--bought last year, but renewed with a visit at the art show with owner Teresa Merriman and her husband of Colorado.
The high road to Taos, at Truchas, New Mexico, painted from memory, because that perception, that reality, is so deep within.
Saturday, April 16, 2016
|"Unsettled Oklahoma skies"...today's watercolor, 9 by 12|
Unsettled skies and more...
Plenty to write about, plenty of books and people, and yet like the skies in the opening pages of Steinbeck's Grapes of Wrath, the rain won't come. Part of the drought is an almost aversion to the computer and keyboard, part a "rain shadow" from the peaks of activity in the past months, and probably, part just because of the years and miles.
But at least, there are the skies of the Great Plains, and the promise of rain.