A very long time ago, in a land far far away, Linda, a beautiful blond city girl , who cares too much about fashion
and really doesn’t know what she’s getting into, marries a lucky cattle rancher, who doesn’t know either.
Some years later, as the lucky rancher leaves to check the cows one morning, he says to his wife as she is slowly rendering fat from a pig’s head…
I see nothing as perfect as it already is. I seek a glimpse of something other. Beautiful hues dance like music within an open mind. Blood flows thru my heart and then, upon my page. Embracing, vibrancy swirls in the dance. How?
Gouache Painting of Sonoma County Vineyards
I love the transparency of casein but also realize now that to paint over the top of a painting with a hazy sort of wash, the painting must be mostly done and completely set, that takes several days.
Better to give it another try, another time.
I imagine our vineyards looking like this as the sun sets. A countless array of shadows and light captured within a pink-violet glow.
This is what I see as I look out my window. Not actually imagination.
Had he not suffered from periods of severe mental illness, of mania and psychosis, at a time when there was little treatment available, perhaps he would not have gone that fateful summer’s day.
“Safrano Roses at the Window” is perhaps my favorite for those delicious pink roses gathered within that luscious cacophony of the same pink in it’s many wonderful shades, both inside and outside the window!
