|"Talking All Morning," 8 x 10 140 lb d'Arches rough press paper|
Pandemic one. Quarantine two. Bitter winter storm, three. I don't want to know what four is.
So, thoughts of the good old summer time--warm sunny days, green grass, lush leaves, lazy river, good friends outdoors.
Today's little painting is a "study" because I'm trying something different, something to learn, to push myself, because I feel in a rut.
This is inspired by a little black and white photo, "Talking all morning," taken alongside a river in Ireland by poet David Whyte, that I found in his book "Essentials," given to me for Valentine's Day by Susan. I won't show you the photo, and I'm not trying to duplicate it. It's pretty rough and I'm not exactly happy with this, but enough to share. If the next one is better, I'll post it.
I saw it and my imagination started adding color. Remember wanting to talk all morning with someone, pre social media, when everything just "clicks," one thought leading to another, no time-table, only the gentle rush of a river, grassy slopes, maybe a picnic lunch?
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