pastel 11" by 14" pumice ground on illustration board
I did this pastel two years ago around this time in late spring, – an oak tree I believe which had an incredible amount of character, I ought to go back there – muskeg swamp beside the rail trail off hwy 52. I remember how relaxed I felt, sitting in front of this magnificent tree without a coat on, one of the very first really warm days. I was able to sit with my materials spread around me as though I were at a picnic. It felt luxurious.
This weekend we’re off to Spain for two weeks, Barcelona and Madrid. Making a pilgrimage to Gaudi, El Greco, Goya and Velasquez among others. While it’s nice to look at art on my computer it doesn’t compare to the physicality of standing in front of the real thing. It’s one of the reasons I resist working from a photograph I might take, which becomes a copy of a copy of a copy.
Yet I'm not going to Spain without my camera or my recently acquired ipod touch with skype. Oh so brilliant and yet mindless these gadgets! It seemed to take forever to get the hang of it. Yes, at times I fall into the 'oi' syndrome - the voice of complaint - but then miraculously I recover into the wow and yay syndrome. One fluctuates as it were.