Our national parks are blood. They are more than scenery; they are portals and thresholds of wonder, an open door that swings back and forth from our past to our future.
Terry Tempest Williams
Greetings from Cloudcroft, New Mexico, elevation 8,663 feet. Temperature at 6:38 a.m., 54 degrees and lovely. Walking this quaint mountain town last evening was a chilly and exhilarating experience. My plan later this morning is to journey into the surrounding mountain ranges, not visible from where I’m residing. I did step out this morning at first light, though, and do some sketchbook drawings of some of the tree tops against the dawn sky. Eventually, I stretched two 9 x 12″ sheets of watercolor paper and sat down to dash out this quick study of one of the tree tops in the neighborhood.
As I sat and sketched, the words posted above from Terry Tempest Williams soaked in my consciousness. I liked the idea that I read years ago from James Joyce about the artist encountering portals of discovery in his book Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. And this is what I anticipate during my brief mountain sojourn–some kind of portal of discovery as I continue to explore watercolor and plein air possibilities. I am so ecstatic to leave the city behind and range about in these wide open spaces.
I brought on my trip a biography on Joseph Mallord William Turner that is providing a wonderful read. I’m amazed that the young boy of fourteen managed to obtain entrance to the Royal Academy and in his very first year exhibited one of his watercolors in the annual juried exhibit. He was the youngest student to be juried into the show since the Academy’s inception. I’m drawing inspiration from his disciplined use of the sketchbook as a tool for his watercolor work, something I have never faithfully practiced, until this morning. I pledged before falling asleep tonight that I would never approach plein air watercoloring without working in a sketchbook at the same time. If all goes to plan, this discipline should yield some results in my work as it progresses.
Thank you for reading.
I paint in order to discover.
I journal when I feel alone.
I blog to remind myself I am not alone.
June 9, 2018 at 8:47 pm |
….and so I arrive, caught up in time after a wonderful year and a half of the travels and adventures of David Tripp….where to next I wonder, all the while remembering that it is the journey and not the destination which inspires us…
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June 14, 2018 at 7:45 pm |
Brien, thank you always for your kindness. And thank you for reading my blog. Yes, it’s always been the journey more than the destination that has filled me with enthusiasm.
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June 10, 2018 at 8:00 am |
draw everything in that beautiful place
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June 14, 2018 at 7:44 pm |
Thank you. I certainly made several attempts. My head was spinning with wonder at the natural beauty surrounding me.
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June 10, 2018 at 9:45 pm |
it does my spirit good to see you posting once again my friend. You have a great way with pen and brush and it is good to see you sharing it again. Spread that love my friend.
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June 14, 2018 at 7:40 pm |
Thank you, Dear Friend. And thank you for the latest blog on John Muir. I so enjoyed our talks about him when we were on the river.
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June 14, 2018 at 8:21 pm
I was hoping you would enjoy it. I enjoyed watching you paint while I cooked.
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