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Water In Its Clear Softness
"Water In Its Clear Softness" - acrylic on cradled wood panel, 9 x 1 2 x .75. Ready to hang. Available here and at Artfinder.
Water in its clear softness fills whatever hole it finds. It is not skeptical or distrusting. It does not say this gully is too deep or that field is too open. Like water, the miracle of love is that it covers whatever it touches, making the touched thing grow while leaving no trace of its touch. - MARK NEPO
Water in its clear softness fills whatever hole it finds. It is not skeptical or distrusting. It does not say this gully is too deep or that field is too open. Like water, the miracle of love is that it covers whatever it touches, making the touched thing grow while leaving no trace of its touch. - MARK NEPO
Abstract-scapes are in my head daily.
Swimming through my thoughts, cascading into dreams. Big skies, tiny horizons, weighty foregrounds. Water.
We've spent a lot of time near the ocean recently. The weather, unexpectedly, has been stunning - clouds, sun, shimmering mist and hazes, soft glows, reflecting sand, patterns. Sometimes I catch my breath, thinking "oh oh oh - how can this be?" because it is so damn beautiful. I weep there often, heart overflowing and senses overwhelmed in the best of ways.
Swimming through my thoughts, cascading into dreams. Big skies, tiny horizons, weighty foregrounds. Water.
We've spent a lot of time near the ocean recently. The weather, unexpectedly, has been stunning - clouds, sun, shimmering mist and hazes, soft glows, reflecting sand, patterns. Sometimes I catch my breath, thinking "oh oh oh - how can this be?" because it is so damn beautiful. I weep there often, heart overflowing and senses overwhelmed in the best of ways.
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. :)
unexpectedly stunning
swimming through my thoughts
oh oh oh
thank you once again!