Ron and Dian’s Bluff
And so it is with our own past. It is a labour in vain to recapture it: all the efforts of our intellect must prove futile. The past is hidden somewhere outside the realm, beyond the reach of intellect, in some material object (in the sensation which that material object will give us) which we do not suspect. And as for that object, it depends on chance whether we come upon it or not before we ourselves must die.”
Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way
Preparing for the upcoming Edom Festival of the Arts has put me in a satisfying frame of mind. Sorting through stacks of watercolors has floated abundant memories toward the surface of a resistant consciousness–resistant mostly due to fall semester industry. Most of these memories have been most welcome–memories spanning the splendid summer of 2016.
Pulling three watercolors of bluffs from the stack, I have chosen to name the first one after a friend of mine known since the second grade. Wayne and I have recently re-connected, thanks to Facebook, and have spent some quality time on Missouri rivers kayaking and fishing. I miss him during the months I live in Texas, as he still resides near my home town in Missouri.
The second bluff I have given my own name. The memory of that post-Thanksgiving morning of 2015 when I was driving through the rain still stays with me. The memory is mostly comforting. At any rate, I enjoy looking at this composition as the location is only about four miles from where I lived throughout my youth.
The final painting I did en plein air while vacationing with my friends Ron and Dian Darr in South Fork, Colorado. I worked on three paintings in this genre outside their travel trailer as we ate and visited together. Every time I look at this painting, I recall how delicious times are when spent in conversation with these two kindred spirits.
When I sit in my booth in Edom this weekend, I’ll be looking at these works, feeling gratitude for the generous hand life has extended to me.
Thanks for reading.
I paint in order to remember.
I journal when I feel alone.
I blog to remind myself that I am not alone.