This is my first plein-air outing in many years. For many reasons, I prefer to work in private in my studio, but the sunlight on the river pushed me to try my hand at this again. I was drawn to the light catching the trunk of the willows on the other side of the Waikato river.
I was hopelessly unprepared, canvas blowing everywhere, I had to run back to the studio several times to get brushes, then cloth then medium. I did not really enjoy the experience. But it was an hour of painting and every bit pushes more experience into the reptile brain.
Below is a photo of my studio as it now looks. I re-organized my palette by getting a much larger glass area to mix on, easier to clean. I find small irritations provide reasons not to paint when I am tired – so better remove those irritations so I can spend more time in the studio.
One of my own attempts at poetry, on the theme of meditation:
Out The out-breath blows the world apart. Nothing remaining - except a lost congratulatory thought. Pushing up through inner mists it tries to make a scene. But nobody buys it and it leaves. Almost familiar, the Universe gravitates toward the back of the head and neck, from where it explodes in a supernova of birdsong and highway trucks going nowhere.
Thanks for visiting.