Friends in New Mexico and Colorado are already posting photos of the signature colors of autumn in the high country, beckoning me again.
Though it will be a while before we can drink in the multi-sensory spells of that country, I can still dream, and try again to paint the glittering, quaking images of a high altitude beacon.
Almost everyone who knows about the magic of aspen has painted, or tried capturing their spirit, how they demand your attention and wonder, in original ways.
Aspen always catch my attention, even in summer--as you drive up into the mountains, gaining altitude, seeing the white trunks of the aspen always prompts an exclamation, "Aspen!"
In the autumn, their changing leaves, twinkling in the clear alpine air, take your breath away with yellows, oranges, reds and more, even from a distance. To wander a country lane between an aspen grove is a walk of wonder. And somehow, photos never seem to quite do them justice.
It is difficult trying to come up with an original composition, not an imitation of some other work I've seen, and this is not the first time I've attempted to tell the story of their effect on me and others. But it is the first in acrylics, perhaps the second of my road paintings.
(Soon to be available at In Your Eye Studio & Gallery in Paseo Arts District.)