5x15 inches watercolorToday was the first day of the week log Beloit plein air event that had sunshine. After a week of heavy rainfall, flooding and wind damage in the area, the sun was out. The wind was still fierce, but as I drove to the park I chanted to myself: You LOVE painting outside. The wind is NO problem. You LIKE talking to interested people. You can DO this. I did, too. Sure there were folks who looked much more painterly with their French easels, big canvases and sun umbrellas, but I got it done today. Even if I was sitting with my legs splayed in the grass with my watercolor paper stapled to a ratty board propped up with a roll of Bounty paper towels.
I like this poem by William Carlos Williams, and I decided to post it even though summer is not over.
- It is a willow when summer is over,
- a willow by the river
- from which no leaf has fallen nor
- bitten by the sun
- turned orange or crimson.
- The leaves cling and grow paler,
- swing and grow paler
- over the swirling waters of the river
- as if loath to let go,
- they are so cool, so drunk with
- the swirl of the wind and of the river--
- oblivious to winter,
- the last to let go and fall
- into the water and on the ground.
7 comments:
Stopping by to see what you have been up to. What beautiful work!! I throughly enjoyed my visit.
Love today's painting, and yesterday's too. They are so loose and free!
Jonn
Breath taking!!
This is very beautiful, I love our you cropped your composition.
Never saw that WCW poem before--so much more traditionally poetic than I was expecting. Nice! Sherry, has the flooding affected you more directly?
I just got back from a trip to our Ace Hardware, which is near the Rock River - I needed glass for framing. There was a merchandise order form on the counter - bilge equipment, fans, dehumidifiers, cleaning supplied, all on back order. The river is as high as I remember seeing it, and it is rising. Where I was looking the water is a little less than a foot from the top of the retaining wall, further down in Traxler Park the road was closed and flooding was extensive. I live up on a hill, so no difficulty here, though we are saturated.
Chanting to yourself certainl worked! This is beautiful!
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