6x6 inches, acrylic on paper
I took a photo of our family farm across some late summer fields back in about 1998, and have tried several times to paint the scene. This little landscape is loose and imprecise. I concentrated more on having strong contrast at the focal point and good color choices than I did on reproducing reality. Oddly, it has more of the feel of the place than paintings I worked much harder on.
I've been working through an anthology of poems assembled and introduced by Caroline Kennedy entitled She Walks in Beauty: A Woman's Journey Through Poems. This one called From a Letter to His Daughter, by Ralph Waldo Emerson, gave me some things to consider about the sensibility of looking forward, rather than backward. Of course his daughter was much younger than I am.
Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities
no doubt have crept in;
forget them as soon as you can.
Tomorrow is a new day;
begin it well and serenely
and with too high a spirit
to be cumbered with
your old nonsense.
This day is all that is
good and fair:
It is too dear
with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on yesterdays.