"The Colors of Autumn and Adobe," my September exhibit In Your Eye Studio & Gallery in Paseo Arts Districtt opens today at noon, and I'll be there. Watercolors and acrylics.
Friday, September 24, 2021
Wednesday, September 22, 2021
|"Who are you?" 8 x 10 acrylic on canvas board|
I've been working a week on another acrylic painting, going back to brushes this time.
But the subject to this time is very similar to the last painting, "Adobe Sunset." Every day is a step in solving problems, and usually my problems in painting come from not planning far enough ahead. So it was this time.
The painting was unbalanced and the foreground drab. There wasn't much to distinguish it from the previous one. I was down to painting the shadows and some touch up, and stumped.
Then last night my wife Susan said, "It needs a cat."
Saved by a cat.
So here is the result, modeled after our cat, Sophie, curious about a visitor. Still on the back porch easel in case I see something to fiddle with tomorrow. To be framed and at In Your Eye Studio and Gallery in about a week. I'm not sure about title. "Cat House" came to mind, but that seemed disrespectful to the cat.
Saturday, September 11, 2021
"Adobe Sunset," 8 x 10 acrylic on canvas board
My do-it-yourself art schooling is a story of step by step learning, from lots of mistakes and trying new things, based on ideas from books, videos and talks with artists.
This one completed today, a 8 x 10 acrylic on canvas board,"Adobe Sunset," was an attempt to paint with palette knives on a larger surface, compared to the small one posted about earlier, "Blue Tempest," when I wrote about by fascination with palette knives.
Main lesson learned: Don't use knives where exact details are needed. Go for the impression and texture. I know now why knives work best on abstract and impressionistic work I put finishing touches and a few corrections on with brushes, and the rough texture made that difficult. I also need to mix more paint as the piece progresses to be able to duplicate what I'm after.
But, I'm fairly happy with this. I'll put a varnish on it in about a week, and get it framed for sale at In Your Eye Studio & Gallery in Paseo Arts District. Another lesson--I will probably go back to brushes.
Friday, September 3, 2021
"What?" I asked, and she replied, "Pansies."
I don't like painting flowers--I'm too up tight, but she insisted.
I had one 5 x 5 canvas with a yellow background on it, so we opened up my acrylic palette, squeezed out some bright colors, and began, primarily with brushes and a couple of palette knife strokes.
It was sort of a free for all, just having fun, no rules. We know the season for pansies is past, but their color always brightens winter and spring, before the heat hits. Don't ask me who painted what, because our art blended with the colors.
So this is the result, signed by S.A. and T.M. Clark, loose and abstract, as pansies deserve to be.
Wednesday, September 1, 2021
This current 20-year episode, without victory, cost 3,372 American lives and 320 wounded. After almost four years of WWII, 407,316 Americans died, and 617,278 were wounded.
By comparison, about nine million Russian soldiers died, with civilian deaths bringing a total close to 20 million. Germany lost as many as five million soldiers, and Japan more than three million soldiers. That doesn't include millions of civilians including six million Jews.
In the 20 years America was involved in Vietnam, another war without victory, with active combat from the mid-60s to 1975, 58, 200 Americans died, and 153,303 were wounded. That toll doesn't count the Vietnamese, North and South, that was much higher.
Most fatal was the American Civil War, from 1861 to 1865. Estimates vary on the deaths after all these years, counting both sides, but range from about 650,000 to 850,000, at least 450 soldiers a day. A huge percentage were those who died from wounds and disease. That was more than two percent of the population, and in today's numbers it would equal about 7.5 million people. The Confederacy lost upwards of 270,000 soldiers and the U.S. upwards of 260,000. About 22 percent of Southern soldiers in their early '20s died, and the total of both sides devastated America's economy.
A retired U.S. Air Force officer told me this week, paraphrasing "Wars are political, with the military acting as a mechanism for political gains."
And human lives are the price.
Tuesday, August 31, 2021
|"Blue Tempest," 5 x 5 acrylic on canvas|
I've always admired painters who deftly use palette knives for texture and impact, but never attempted them until recently. along with acrylics, it's a whole new learning experience
There were always palette knives in our house when we grew up. Dad used them mostly for mixing colors, and I've done plenty of that in oils and acrylics.
|Regina's palette knives, Dad's book|
So this week, I picked up about three of them, began mixing colors and applying them to the canvas. Since my favorite colors are blues, and we're in the midst of storms--fires, hurricanes, floods, war, ignorance, worsening pandemic and politics once again, here's the result.
This is the last day of August and the year is two-thirds gone. This semi-abstract sci-fi painting with violent texture matching the moods of our country and world, roughly applied to the canvas, seems to fit.
Monday, August 30, 2021
You've seen posts of some of the 5 x 5 acrylics I've attempted in the last two weeks, and four of them are finished and ready to purchase.
So there they are, amid my watercolors. Come by and see my learning. There will be more, and larger ones. But one lesson emerged I didn't count on. I will probably keep at acrylics, but they taught me something surprising--I really love watercolors.
|Part of my exhibit at In Your Eye in Paseo|
Monday, August 23, 2021
In stress-filled times like these as a pandemic and politics rage on, we need calm more than ever, for our mental and physical health, yet it can be hard to find.
Medicine, for blood pressure and anxiety, works some, but not always. I've said for quite a while, not really jokingly, that painting is my therapy. When I'm working on art, the rest of the world goes away as every painting is a series of problems to be solved, to be created.
I've also found other sources of daily peace, daily calm as well. Every morning as I sit down with coffee in an easy chair, I have two immediate visitors in my lap, one on each leg, Snoops and Sophie, our rescue cats. I have an "equal catortunity" lap. Petting or stroking them, while they purr does wonders for enjoying present tense and morning sunlight, preventing doom scrolling media.
So today's acrylic painting lesson combines calmness, inspired by Sophie, though she's prettier than this.
Friday, August 20, 2021
|From the Earth, 5 x 5 acrylic on canvas|
When I'm stuck for ideas, I try to go back to what I know, what I've experienced, what brings up emotions that I don't always understand.
Growing up in New Mexico, I was almost always aware of adobe, changing with the light every second, accented by high altitude blue t skies. Add the colors of turquoise and red chili ristras. Home.
Today's little acrylic lesson, another take on a larger theme for OVAC's fundraiser in September. Turquoise Power
Wednesday, August 18, 2021
Usually this is a time for parents and children to be excited about the new school year, but this year it is tempered by fears and uncertainty as a lack of leadership in this state and others combines to threaten the lives of our children and grandchildren.
But I still hope for each new day, for some magic of creativity to offset the doom and gloom. That's what my second lesson in acrylics is about today.
Tuesday, August 17, 2021
To me, there's nothing quite so symbolic of passing time, of life, of change, of extinction, of survival, of freedom, than the American bison.
Today's painting, an introductory self lesson in painting with acrylics. I found myself playing with art again, experimenting, learning. I will get better.
Saturday, August 14, 2021
|"Anger," 5 x 7 watercolor,|
|"Peace," 5 x 7 watercolor|
Then this week, I read this comment from Austin Kleon in his weekly newsletter on Creativity:
"I write to know what I think, and I make art to actually know what I feel."
Kleon lives in Austin, and has written four dynamic and short books on creativity, all of which I've bought at Best of Books in Edmond.
|"Hope," 5 x 7 watercolor|
You can check him out on his website austinkleon.com, and even get his weekly email newsletter which brims over with comments and ideas to jog your mind on music "Ear Candy," art, writing, books, multiple links and much more with 10 tips each time. That quote was under the section, "What to do with your feelings."
His prompts translated into three watercolors, where I tried to visualize some of my personal feelings. The first was "Anger" and he noted there's plenty to be angry about these days.
Then I thought about the opposite, "Peace," and then "Hope." For "Peace" thought of my reaction to a gentle rain falling on a forest, probably the Amazon rainforest. "Hope" was not as abstract, the possibility of rain and life in an arid landscape and time. All are 140 lb. Fabriano Artistico cold press paper.
Tuesday, August 10, 2021
"The Shores of eternity," 5 x 7 Watercolor, 140 lb. Fabriano Artistico cold press paper
Against the endless expanse of the universe and eons of time, I can't help but dream of far away places, of roads not taken, of the vastness of oceans to be crossed.
This travel-deprived year and more has taken its toll in so many ways on our plans, wishes, physical and mental existence. I resent most missed opportunities to travel, to discover.
Time flows on, though actual survival has been a journey in itself, one I'm thankful for, aware that thousands have not taken it, instead slipping into a different journey to eternity where time ends.
I think of standing on a beach watching oceans crashing against the shores of eroding lands, how small and insignificant we are in creation, as we stand on the shores of our lives.
Thus the story of today's watercolor, where eternal waves drench the sand and seconds cease to exist, the shores of eternity.
Monday, August 9, 2021
"Fiery End," 5 x 7 140 lb. Fabriano Artistico cold press paper "Twilight of Time," 5 x 7 140 lb, Fabriano Artistico cold press paper "Genesis of Color," 5 x 7 140 lb. Fabriano Artistico cold press paper
Strange thoughts form when you watch science shows about the universe and creation, combined with horrifying wildfires scorching the West and much of Europe. Eternal, changing time juxtaposed (I've always wanted to use that word) with present tense.
Though according to Yahweh, there is only present tense, "I am that I am."
How do you paint time? What are the colors of time? Time began with light, either scientifically or spiritually, the source of life. And light is color.
The overpowering image that came to me is the inferno of those fires in this long hot summer, making me think of the end times when Sol ends the earth, or when eternity begins.
Then I thought of twilight, before it happened, and then when time and color began, in creation.
So today's 5 x 7 abstract watercolors, moving backward in time, from the end, to twilight and decay, to the beginning.
Sunday, August 8, 2021
"Season of Green," 5 x 7 watercolor, 140 lb. Fabriano Artistico cold press paper "Green Leaves of Summer," 5 x 7 watercolor, 140 lb. Fabriano Artistico cold press paper
Greens are not my favorite color, but...
Don't know why. Only one room in our house has green walls, a muted green at that.
It's odd, since I grew up in the arid Southwest, in New Mexico, you'd think green would matter more to me.
Yes, green stands out in that landscape, because green occurs where there's moisture, water, source of life. But then, so is green.
I am attracted to all shades of turquoise, including the green, but blues are my favs, as you can tell from most of my paintings. There are five blues on my palette, and I rarely have any greens, because you can mix almost any green with yellows and blues.
But as August deepens, and the heat will soon turn much of our landscapes a brown, I was thinking of that favorite song, them of the movie, The Alamo, "The Green Leaves of Summer."
Another connection especially for us Okies is the song "Green Grow the Lilacs." While on a fellowship in France in the late 1920s, Lynn Riggs wrote the play "Green Grow the Lilacs." It provided the basis from which Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II created the musical "Oklahoma!" Riggs was inducted into the Oklahoma Hall of Fame in 1948.
I remember long ago, heading south from Iowa in the spring, we could see the country getting green and greener the further we went. Springtime, then summer, the season of green.
Much of our country, and parts of the world, is burning up, literally already, and green is disappearing.
It's no wonder that green is a symbol of life, of spring, of rebirth. We should all be concerned too, about deforestation...especially in the Amazon. Green represents the lungs of the planet. No green, no oxygen. The Amazon produces 25 percent of the oxygen on earth, and if it is destroyed, as is happening, which 25 percent of humans will suffocate?
It's another reason I love that passage by Joseph Conrad in Heart of Darkness, where he is going up the Congo in the middle of the jungle:
"Going up that river was like traveling back to the earliest beginnings of the world, when vegetation rioted on the the earth and the big trees were king. An empty stream, a great silence, an impenetrable forest."
So here are two watercolors for today, color studies in green, one with green colors from five tubes and two yellows, and the other five blues and two yellows,
Saturday, July 31, 2021
|"Grapes of Wrath weather," 5 x 7 watercolor|
August bears down on Oklahoma tomorrow like the glaring sun and 100 degree heat do have done for several days, with more to come.
Water and air conditioning consumption soars with the heat, and yet, we're soft and comfortable compared to...
Weather like this reminds me of the classic opening chapter of Steinbeck's Grapes of Wrath. I used that to teach descriptive writing a few years ago, because it is not fiction, but specific, sensuous fact, garnered from detailed observation.
You're supposed to paint what you feel, your reaction to what you experience, not what you see, and today, the heat, the sun all made me think of those lines in Steinbeck's novel.
So here is the last watercolor of the month, my feelings, inspired by the heat and those lines.
Thursday, July 29, 2021
For me, for a few people, especially children, a small watercolor card of special interest has become a tradition. From these, I've discovered I can probably paint anything, if I can draw it.
Here are two of three of them this month.
Sunday, July 25, 2021
"Drought Dreams," 11 x 14 watercolor, 140 lb. d'Arches cold press paper
The clouds are building here again, in the humidity and heat. We've been getting more rain than usual this year, but August is near and our greens may turn brown if the heat settles in.
For the folks in the Pacific Northwest, and in much of the West, the country is literally burning up, from extensive drought and high temperatures and wildfires leading to deaths and economic collapse.
Given what's happening around the world, in flooding Europe and other weather disasters, happening all at once, earth may have already passed the tipping point toward irreversible warming. Anyone who doubts the climate is changing is ignoring the evidence and science.
What spurred this watercolor was not those negative thoughts, though they followed as I dreamed of towering clouds. My recent trip to New Mexico confirmed the extra high temperatures and burnt dry landscape for me. The eastern Texas panhandle was green, but then past Amarillo, the land turned brown--everywhere.
Having lived out there, and in rural Oklahoma, where weather determines livelihood, I know how welcome thunderheads are.
So this watercolor, the first in a long while, was inspired by the building clouds that always catch my attention. See, rain brings more than green, it waters ideas and creativity too.
Saturday, July 24, 2021
"The Play of Light," 9 x 6 watercolor, 140 lb. d'Arches cold press paper
Today's little watercolor is an experiment, playing with color and light, the idea from one of my do it yourself art school projects.
It's an idea from on of watercolor artist Don Andrews' zoom workshops today. So I was really playing around, seeing what would happen. This will happen again in more experiments.
But you know the canyon country, the geology of the Southwest had to grab my attention. That is long overdue this month, where my creativity has been dryer than the country depicted here.
Wednesday, July 14, 2021
|"Turquoise Hope," 12 x 12 acrylic on canvas|
It's no secret that I love New Mexico, including the infinity of shades of color you see in the Southwest, especially the multi-hued adobes and turquoise.
In a summer when my creative will seems to have evaporated in doldrums, I've struggled to paint, and whatever I tried I considered failures, though they're really lessons.
Again asked to participate in the OVAC 12 x 12 fundraiser this fall, I struggled both from those moods, and having to switch to acrylics, in which I have little practice and knowledge. In fact, as I started two paintings, I quickly got discouraged with my results, and quit.
That's when I tried again, breathing in the spirit of New Mexico, thinking of earthen adobe and the power of turquoise. That stone of the Southwest has traditional powers of healing and balance. In addition I read that it promotes hope, self-realization and assists creative problem solving.
Finally today, after at least two weeks of planning, experimenting, learning and correcting, I've finished this 12 x 12 acrylic on canvas, to donate to OVAC. I think this is the first significant thing I've painted in at least a month or so.
|Three dimensional result|
While I'm ready to go back to watercolor, you can see some of the inspiration that came, as along the way the painting took on a three-dimensional work, thanks to the structure of the canvas.
You can see this and many more in person at the OVAC fundraiser Sept. 24. Here's the link: OVAC 12 x 12 Fundraiser.
Sunday, July 4, 2021
In Congress, July 4, 1776
Friday, July 2, 2021
|A favorite from childhood|
Part of the accounting can be measured in the 27 books I've been reading. Some were discoveries of people I wish I'd known earlier. Some were old friends, a couple were rereads, most pressed my imagination and boundaries as an artist, a writer, as a spiritual person.
Saturday, June 26, 2021
|"New Mexico, land of light," 5 x 7 watercolor|
New Mexico more than enchants me...it heals...the body, the mind, the soul.
Friday, June 25, 2021
|"Solstice," 5 x 7 watercolor, 140 lb. Fabriano Artistico rough press|
The longest day of the year has come and gone this week. A full moon crosses the sky. Summer descends in force. Brilliant light brings brilliant colors, and moods to match. Life blossoms..
Today's second watercolor, because we moderns often forget the influence, the importance of summer solstice.
"Because, that's why." You've heard that as a child from your parents. Sometimes simple answers are the best, and you learned to accept them.
In our complicated world, there seem to be no simple answers, and that's normal. Very little in our lives is an either/or situation. Those who think so become fanatics and extremists, as we can see repeatedly these days.
But there is an honesty in a direct answer, not mincing words, or evading direct answers as politicians do when a simple "Yes" or "No" would do.
One of today's watercolors, in response to the previous one, "Why Not."
Because. Color can speak directly.
Sunday, June 20, 2021
|"Why not?" 5 x 7 watercolor, 140 lb. Fabriano Artistico rough press|
Vibrant color in drab times, life and world.
"In the beginning God(s) created color." "In Him was the color of the world."
Why not? After all, what is light but colors. No light, no color.
The more color, the more creativity, the closer to the creators of color.
Healing. Good medicine.
Today's 5 x 7 watercolor.
Sunday, June 6, 2021
That was certainly true during this past year and a half of pandemics of violence, disease, death and dangers to democracy.
It still is now for many thousands around the world for nations. And as the search for "normal" weighs down the days, also for individuals trying to cope with untold emotions
A favorite song comes to my mind, harking back to the turmoil of the Vietnam years.
"They give us those nice bright colors,
Give us the greens of summers
Makes you think all the world's a sunny day, oh yeah...
So mama, don't take my Kodachrome away."
--Simon and Garfunkel
Thus today's watercolor, the first in a while, trying to escape the blahs.
Monday, May 31, 2021
It's a Territorial cemetery, with graves from the 1890s, and families still care for it, with burials continuing today.
I go out there often to think, to imagine the stories, many untold for three main reasons. There are numerous veterans' graves, dating from Civil War vets to the present. There are numerous infant graves, attesting to the harsh life of early days. In addition, there are many other unique stones. I've written and photographed and painted there many times. You can search Oakwood on this blog and seem some of those earlier efforts.
I went out there today, in the rain, for the mood, and took this photo...a marker of untold stories.
I took this photo today because it caught my mood. J.J. Henager, who served in Company F, in the 39th Iowa Infantry, fighting to preserve the Union in the Civil War.
Surviving, he somehow, at some time, came to Oklahoma Territory probably to homestead. I wish there were dates, and I knew more. I'm thankful the cemetery volunteers put flags on all the veteran graves today.
Earlier stories on Oakwood:
His Infantry record, from Wikipedia:
Attached to 3rd Brigade, District of Corinth, 17th Army Corps, Dept. of Tennessee, to January, 1863. 3rd Brigade, District of Corinth, 16th Army Corps, to March, 1863. 3rd Brigade, 2nd Division, 16th Army Corps, to September, 1864. 3rd Brigade, 4th Division, 15th Army Corps, to August, 1865.
Moved to Cairo, Ill., December 12–14, 1862; thence to Columbus, Ky., December 16. Defense of Jackson, Tenn., and pursuit of Forrest December 18, 1862, to January 3, 1863. Parker's Cross Roads December 30–31, 1862.
Moved to Corinth, Miss., January 6, 1863, and duty there until November, 1863. Dodge's Expedition into Northern Alabama April 15-May 8. Great Bear Creek and Cherokee Station April 17. Tuscumbia April 22–23. Town Creek April 28.
March to Pulaski, Tenn., November 2–12, 1963. Guard duty at Reynolds Station and along railroad until January 21, 1864, and at Pulaski until March 12.
Atlanta (Ga.) Campaign May 1 to September 8, 1864. Demonstration on Resaca May 8–13. Snake Creek Gap and Sugar Valley May 9–10. Battle of Resaca May 13–14. Ley's Ferry, Oostenaula River, May 14–15. Rome Cross Roads May 16. Kingston May 19. Moved to Rome May 22 and duty there until August 15. Expeditions after Wheeler August 15-September 16. Moved to Allatoona October 4. Battle of Allatoona October 5.
Moved to Rome October 9, 1864. Reconnaissance and skirmishes on Gave Springs Road October 12–13. Etowah River October 13.
Campaign of the Carolinas January to April, 1865. Salkehatchie Swamps, S.C. February 3–5. South Edisto River February 9. North Edisto River February 12–13. Columbia February 15–17. Lynch's Creek February 25–26. Battle of Bentonville N. C., March 20–21. Occupation of Goldsboro March 24 Advance on Raleigh April 9–13. Occupation of Raleigh April 14. Bennett's House April 26. Surrender of Johnston and his army.
March to Washington, D.C. via Richmond, Va., April 29-May 30, 1865. Grand Review May 24. Moved to Louisville, Ky., June.
The regiment was mustered out on August 2, 1865.
Total strength and casualties
A total of 1064 men served in the 39th Iowa at one time or another during its existence. It suffered 6 officers and 58 enlisted men who were killed in action or who died of their wounds and 2 officers and 134 enlisted men who died of disease, for a total of 200 fatalities.
Sunday, May 30, 2021
|"Memories," 8 x 10 watercolor, 300 lb. d'Arches rough press paper|
If you know me, you know I love walking through cemeteries, especially attracted to veterans graves, adorned with American flags on days like this.
There are so many untold stories, so many memories in such places.
Here's a salute to those who served, real patriots who put their lives, not their empty words, on the line for our freedoms.
Tuesday, May 25, 2021
Rain brings many moods, and memories of as many songs to me. And the Bible is full of references to life-giving rain.
As the skies clouded up again today, with more rain promised, several of them ran though my head, some romantic, some nostalgic, a few happy, and many more sad.
When you grow up in the arid southwest, you always notice rain, and look forward to the building clouds and rain of the early fall monsoon season. Those too bring memories and moods.
Much of the country has had too much or too little rain this year. Here in Oklahoma, on the eastern Great Plains, I'm thankful for the cooler temperatures, and abundant rainfall...and the multiple memories.
Today's little watercolor, out of response to those memories and moods.
Sunday, May 23, 2021
"It's been a long, long time" pretty well sums up life's journey, more so as I get older, and the emotion of times past, of living, of loss seem to especially fit his voice.
Many things bring it to my mind these days, especially for some reason on Sundays. Today, just sitting on the back porch, slight drizzle, moving clouds, bird song, changing greenery..."as time slips away." I also thought of Thomas Wolfe's novel, "Of Time and the River."
What about today will you remember? Did you enjoy the present moments?
Today's semi-abstract watercolor has been in my imagination for a while, and it just seemed to pour out, "as time slips away.
Friday, May 21, 2021
|"From on High," watercolor, 8 1/2 x 5, 300 lb d'Arches rough press paper|
When you need inspiration, "Go to Work!" yell the experts.
The muse shows up when you work, even when you're in the doldrums, when you're in a valley. Don't actually work, just play around, and see what happens.
"Put butt to chair, pen to paper, and just write" has been an axiom for writers and journalists. I know of many times in writing, I would get the nut graph, and then a lead, and somehow, by the end of the article, the appropriate conclusion would somehow just show up. I think that's the muse, help from "on high."
Creative people in every area probably have similar experiences. (Aside--I irreverently wonder if that happened when Yahweh created the universe, not knowing exactly how it would go and turn out? Picture the Spirit saying, "Hmmm, let's try this next and see where it goes." No wonder "He" rested on the seventh day.)
I do know it is true in painting, especially watercolor, the medium you want to have some control over, but can't control. And, when you're in the valley, and nothing seems to inspire, or there's no energy, the answer often is, "Just play around," for help from on high.
And for me, I think of the Psalmist, who asked the same question "...where does my help come from?" with
"I lift up my eyes to the mountains...." ---Psalms 121.1
Sort of my mantra too, and even in Oklahoma, as a child of New Mexico and the West, I can remember, dream, and imagine, the mountains are inside me.
Thus today's playtime watercolor, seeking help from on high, in more ways that one.
Thursday, May 20, 2021
Abundant rainfall and cool weather has filled streams and rivers, ponds and lakes.
Though summer is not here yet to remind me of a favorite song, "The Green Leaves of Summer," I find peace in the abundant foliage on bushes, undergrowth, and especially trees.
Reminds me of the words of the prophet and poet in the Old Testament
"...like a tree planted by water," --Jeremiah 17:8
"...like a tree planted by streams of water," --Psalm 1:3
Seems like a call for today's little play-time watercolor.
Wednesday, May 19, 2021
|"Peaceful Reflections," 5 x 7 watercolor, 140 lb. Fabriano Artistico cold press|
When you see an island, what is the reaction?
Probably, a question, a lure, to somehow get there and find what is on it, to explore, discover.
I think of Hemingway's Islands in the Stream, or Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers' song, by the same title. Then there is William James' quote about we being islands in the sea separate on the surface but connected deep, along with John Donne's poem, "No Man is an Island."
Don't forget Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn, spending the nights on an island in the Mississippi River so they could hide. Or Robert Graves canoeing down the Brazos in Goodbye to a River, camping on one overnight. And, do we not all dream of the magic islands of the South Pacific or getting away to a secluded beach in the Caribbean?
Those thoughts came to me yesterday, walking in Martin Park, seeing this little island in the middle of the lake.
Thus today's little watercolor. It's been a long month of little creative activity for me, and that walk and this island, brought peace and an urge. It's a little rough but what I felt viewing it. Part of an island's lure.