Water in its clear softness
It's impossible (for me) to stand at the edge of the continent without feeling very aware of the fleetingness of life, the preciousness of the moment, the smallness of the minutes each of us exist. And so I breathe. In and out. Grateful.
About the art: a rough charcoal drawing of big shapes, followed by loose brush painting with large arm gestures. Rubber wedge, paper towels, fingers. Think layers and thick. A palette knife here and there. Keeping the palette of colors narrow-is and resisting the cadmium red that I long to splatter on everything. :)
11/29/2021 09:13:27 pm
weighty foregrounds, water
12/1/2021 02:06:47 pm
Dotty! Your poetry makes my heart smile. Thank you, lovely one! xo
11/30/2021 12:53:11 am
Breathtaking! Sweeping in and sweeping out!
12/1/2021 02:07:11 pm
Carol! Thank you so very much! I am agog near the ocean...
12/1/2021 02:07:35 pm
Thea! OMG YAAAAASSSSS. It is the balm for nearly everything.
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