I’ve known that some new series was germinating in me, across the long months of the winter when I was lying dormant, writing but not painting. I have felt it there, deep inside me, but I haven’t known what it was. I’ve now found out. I have been “working” on a new series of canyon paintings.
The canyon has become an increasingly important and magical part of my life here in Truchas (see previous posts The Second Adventure In My Backyard Canyon and A Walk In the Moonlight In Truchas, NM). Just steps from my back door, it provides solace and succor. When I take the time to go down there, I am not only deep in nature, but transported back to the very best of my childhood. It is profoundly meaningful to me that Spirit saw to it to give me this place so close to home. The other day when I was down there, the creek was running, songbirds flickered everywhere and the air was redolent with the early scent of summer—sun-warmed pine needles.
Now that I look back, I realize I’ve been “seeing” these canyon paintings for a long time. When I picked up my brushes and finally began to paint again, the first piece poured from me. I watched my hand and the marks it was making as though it was not my own. Even still, there were moments of real angst when I thought I was lost. Then I would be guided back and these paintings were born. I’ve spent a week working with them.
This was the deepest experience of painting I’ve had in a very long while. I can’t wait to see what the canyon has in store for me as this series continues.
Love to you all,