The call of the Muse
Here is a glimpse of the painting that I've been working on. I'd lost my way for a while. Living in the southwest, I thought I should be painting the landscape around me, the red rocks, the canyons, the harsh and dry but dramatic landscape. Gradually, I lost the heart for painting and put away my brushes and easel.
But the muse has been calling. She speaks to me of green places, of lush grass, leafy trees. Of mist that rises up unseen. Of pastoral landscapes, places that invite one in.
In such a way I was led to this painting, the largest I've ever done at 24 x 36". As it progresses, my heart lightens and I find that painting is once again a joy and something I am driven to do with passion. What a wonderful thing it is to be inspired!
“Joys come from simple and natural things:
mists over meadows, sunlight on leaves,
the path of the moon over the water.”
--Sigurd F. Olson