6:53 PM: this morning thomas came to install the moulding around the new studio door, which was installed after the old one was destroyed in the studio flood back in june. i was intent on strating a new watercolor, so, in the midst of sawing, hammering, staple gunning i boldly printed one of the the creek photos i shot this morning on our walk. then i taped a new piece of arches watercolor paper to a piece of foam core and started painting. i instructed myself to use the racket i was hearing as an inspiration to make a beautiful watercolor. “i can’t believe your age!” said the doctor i saw this afternoon to revew mikela’s inhaler scrip. “how do you do it ??” i paint, said i.
so, although i don’t consider this a great first stage, and it may end up in the trash, i did put brush to paper. it felt like months, not days, had gone by since i last made a watercolor. in the small spaces of available time i had this morning, i went back and forth with carbondale arts about getting the ok for an outdoor talk musician mark bruell and i plan on doing on august 21. we did get the go-ahead, so now we’re creating a title for our talk, which will be about the process of making art, making music.
on our morning walk, i shot a few photos of, by now, familiar views looking down from the trail towards the creek below. but the light changes daily, and this is a fresh look, which inspired my newest watercolor.
those red plants, especially, seemed brighter, an almost unbelievable, shocking deep red vermillion in the midst of all those more subdued browns, greens greys and blues. like brushstrokes flicking over the surface, they are strategically yet randomely placed so that the eye keeps coming back. and the mind keeps wondering:” are they real or were they placed there by some wily nature-gremlin-spirit?