It’s actually hard to say where these paintings begin because they come from such a deep part of me, from a connection with and respect for this land, from the life I’ve been exploring since coming here. I am different because of this place. Perhaps the paintings begin there—in that difference. But, at least on the surface level, they begin with the grasses.
I wanted to write something about the native grasses but, the fact is, that’s not what’s important to me. That’s not why grass has found its way into my work. It’s in it because I love these wheat-colored stands of straw that are a constant for me here—on my land, on my walks. And, truth be told, I choose them for their beauty. Pure and simple. I pick the grasses that, to me, are prettiest. I may be using native grasses. In fact I probably am. But that’s of no matter to me. It is their beauty that compels me, that has drawn my eye since first coming here. Perhaps, in a way, they represent my own wild nature—untamed, weedy, but at the same time, taking solid root. The grass and I are connected in this simple, hardy way. Is it any wonder it has found its way into my work?
I have written about these grasses before in a previous post: Artist Materials From the Land.
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The grasses are you. Constant, strong and full of forever….they come in the spring green and glorious and stay to become beautiful golden, then perhaps hidden under the snow…but they are always there beautiful….just as you are.
XOXO
Grace
Thank you, Grace. They usually poke up through the snow, the taller stands, and the winter birds light on them and find some food there. It may be my favorite time of year for them, their light wheat color against the white snow with cobalt shadows. Simply gorgeous!
The grasses are beautiful and wonderous which is why they make your pieces of Art so beautiful and wonderous. They remind me of freedom as well. For they are free flowing in the wind going (bending freely) which ever way the wind blows, like hair that flows through the wind lightly catching the glimpes of golden light from the sun. If that makes any sense? Well they are beautiful and wonderous to me. Keep them flowing in your works of art. Take Care, Cin =)
They are beautiful, aren’t they? Yes, I get what you’re saying. The grasses are strong but bending and radiant in the light. Thank you Cindy!