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Saturday, March 7, 2020


"Alone," 5 x 7 140 lb Fabriano Artistico cold press paper
There are times you can be in a crowd and feel alone...a sojourner in a strange land...left out, stranded, almost numbed by constant noise and inane numbers of fast flowing time. Those are times when being alone can be a synonym for lonely.
Then there are also times when you need to be alone, alone with your thoughts, away from the crowds, away from the noise...then you're not left out, but slowing down  and alive to your senses.
Thus it is when painting, as it brings back memories.
I think of being in lone canoe in still water, touching the wood of the  the paddle, smelling the odors of water, listening to the wildlife, watching  the landscape.
That's when being alone isn't being lonely. It's been a long time since I canoed, but feeling alone prompted today's watercolor...alone in a canoe, with a lone bird as the lone moon rises.

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