I am always looking for drama in our landscape...As it happens, that is a happy circumstance. The old adage, "if you don't like the weather wait five minutes," is almost always in effect. My mother started her MFA thesis on the subject, "The Light Through the Trees." I am always looking for that, following her footsteps. Her feet went to the ocean and I took a distinct northwestern detour to the mountains.
I am fascinated by the grasses as they meet the underbrush and as it meets the dark winter tree trunks. Observing the interplay between leafless branches and the sky and mountain sentinels, the fact that there is air and light all between, below and above, becomes evident. It is all a great dance and cacophonous symphony. I am stopped in my tracks and compelled to respond with paint.
I borrowed this title from Joni Mitchell. Her subject speaks of now and to my heart as she writes about Van Gogh. We are all living through Turbulent Indigo.
"No mercy, sweet Jesus..." - Joni Mitchell
8"x10", oil on board