Posts Tagged ‘Jackson Missouri’

A Place Remembered

May 27, 2014
Old Watercolor Sketch of my Grandparents' Home

Old Watercolor Sketch of my Grandparents’ Home

Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, 
Make me a child again just for to-night! 

Elizabeth Akers Allen

Another day opens, I am back in school, but my mind and tender sentiments keep returning to yesterday and time spent in front of the shuttered Ferris, Texas lumberyard.  I posted in last night’s blog that the structure reminded me of my grandparents’ home in rural Jackson, Missouri.  So, this morning I am posting above a watercolor sketch I completed around 1988.  It shows something that I had then, but cannot seem to call up now.  It was in that day that I used much less watercolor, allowing the pencil and paper surface to do its work.  For some reason, I tend to overwork my compositions now.   But I have not lost hope; I will try and find a way to return to this earlier technique and rely more on paper and graphite, letting the watercolor pigment support the composition, not overpower it.

I could call yesterday’s painting session out in the field a Wordsworthian experience:

I HEARD a thousand blended notes,

          While in a grove I sate reclined,

          In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts

          Bring sad thoughts to the mind.


          To her fair works did Nature link

          The human soul that through me ran;

          And much it grieved my heart to think

          What man has made of man.

The co-mingled sentiments of contentment and melancholy do tend to reside in me when I am out alone in the field, watercoloring en plein air, and letting my thoughts drift over a thousand memories and anticipations.  And there is always something in an abandoned residence standing mute before me that helps call up these sentiments.  I wouldn’t have traded yesterday’s experiences for anything, and a part of me is ready to go back to those places remembered (as soon as I finish my job for the day).

Thanks for reading.

I paint in order to remember.

I journal when I feel alone.

I blog to remind myself I am never alone.