HERE is a work in progress, as of Wednesday afternoon. I hadn’t headed out to paint in too damn long (!), so in the narrow sliver of time left me between the completion of last daily task and coming twilight, I grabbed this uncompleted canvas off the wall and quickly set up in the back yard next door (the home we call “The Mission”). I sat still for a moment, brush in hand (and nearly electric in its need to be doing what it was made for), felt a simple prayer, and then started painting away like a madman.
Though the shadows grew longer and the golden brilliance poured upon the Earth from the great molten skies above began to dim and then fade away, it didn’t matter because my paints had taken me to that realm quite outside of time. Even dark of night did not stop me, right away. I couldn’t make out the hues exactly, but kept right on grabbing the tubes of color to squeeze out onto my pallet by their (general) placement within the mess, and relative tone.
It has been a while, and I have been thinking about you (and thus, I have learned, you about me), so I figured it time to send on along, with all my love.