This finally came from a post-Thanksgiving visit to Minto Brown Island six years ago. The wistful beauty of autumn always claims my attention, whenever it is painted.
Summer is the time I can create paintings I`ve intended to for a long time. There isn`t the distraction of fresh inspiration. In winter, a simple walk out to the mailbox might offer something visually arresting. This time of year it`s mostly just green out there and in late August, a little frayed. These delayed paintings feel a little disembodied in the execution as there isn`t the recent experience of being there. It takes something like meditation to recall that time.
Below are some watercolors I did in New Mexico around 25 years ago;
NPR did a story on the wet summer New Mexico is having. The drought there has been even worse than in California. As the landscape comes to life again, it must be bringing immeasurable joy. This is good news indeed, I wish I could go see it.
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Portland Open Studios Oct. 10,11,17, and 18