As the natural world around me prepares itself for the long, cold winter ahead, I find myself focusing on the smallest details. The muted colors. The textures and shapes.
I'm fascinated with patterns. The endless variations of circular and linear found in nature.
The many gorgeous differences between the end of an old, weathered log and the inner surface of the trunk of a freshly cut tree. So many textures, and the startling beauty of the simple grays and browns. Sometimes I wish I could make myself very small, so I could crawl around inside all the nooks and crannies. I know I would find many more even smaller nooks and crannies. Smaller and smaller and smaller.
Ah, the pockmarked rust of a weathered wind chime. I was told the symbols on the chime say "Peace" and I like to think that's true. And that it will be possible in more parts of the world.
I'm working on two more landscapes that do not want to be traditional landscapes. And that's OK, I'll let them guide me so they can be what they want to be. It's good to be who you are supposed to be.
And I've been thinking a lot about this painting which I did a few years ago, which I called "Energy (1)" because I knew that some day there would be more. I love the idea that everything is made up of energy, from the smallest seed, to all of humanity, to all the stars in the Universe. Everything. Everything is connected. It's a comfort to me, to know this.
There is so much we do not know, and can't even imagine. But I do know this. More art will be coming soon.
"Science cannot solve the ultimate mystery of nature.
And that is because,
in the last analysis,
we ourselves are part of the mystery
that we are trying to solve."
