Returning to the mountainous terrains, I discover new forms
that play against and with each other.Light has its own qualities, sings differently than the lowlands, and
quickly disappears into the multitudes of shadows.Infinite, yet basic, natural shapes catch and
hold a perfect balance within shared colors, values, and lines.
Next time you are watching a sunset, squint your eyes.The immediate vision of the whole – the all
in a holy, magic moment – tells the entire story.
~ Carol Roddenberry Oranges on a Beach (c) 2013 Oil on canvas, 30" x 30" Inspired by a beach picnic on St. Simons Island, GA Will post on 10/09/13 to http://www.dailypaintworks.com
You have to take the plains where you can find them; sometimes they are in the middle of the country, sometimes they are found in a different geographical sense, altogether. In the Southeast, you can find nice, flat, plains-like places in Florida, along the beaches anywhere and throughout the state. Further north, all along the long, hot, flat roads of South Georgia and Alabama, where crops grow tended, or not, people long for the ocean winds. These long, plains-like views also sing of the wind-swept plains, but with humidity. Everyone prays for a little breeze...an old time zephyr, heck, even a breezy storm will do. The land is flat, and it leaves more visual real-estate for the sky.
In Florida, these winds don't need to be invited; they can flow right across the state going east or west, it matters not, just know that the breeze will find you and flirt. In the long spaces between ocean waters along other southeastern states, picnics near the ocean become visions in the minds of those who remain land-bound.
A picnic is good wherever you find it, like the long-view of a plain part of land - and it is fine to occur in your mind. Like us, the best picnics are created with simple forms, some objects that seem to visit in the space provided, and a linen napkin stretched out like a beach towel. The breeze is on its way. ~ Roddenberry (c) 2013
Thank you for your following...even though I, at times, take a time break.
Moving to the Island felt like I was 'coming home'...and so does moving back to the city. In fact, I now believe that wherever I am somehow feels like home. Has this been a paradigm shift, or merely a shift in perception? Or, perhaps, it is the persistence of vision coming into play.
Life explores how that feels and painting expresses how I see it.