It’s April, and the world is in bloom. I’ve spent the weekend working in my backyard garden trying to get it back in order after it’s been neglected for so long. Winter in California is a holiday compare to other parts of the country , but still it can be cold and wet. During the winter, my garden is best experienced from behind a window in a warm and cozy room. The sunshine this weekend,however, demanded an extended stay outside. So I shot myself outside and hunkered down to do some serious weeding and trimming. A rototiller rejuvenated raised beds with a health dose of organic matter, or in more earthy terms, cow manure. The wild hinter lands are less a jungle and my winter, white skin has the beginning , if not a summer tan, at least a spring one.
Have you ever just started drawing and just went with whatever came up, like random shapes or squiggly lines? You let it develop it’s own life. It might look like a Rorschach test for a while. Then it morphs into images that you recognize, but your don’t know what they’re doing together. Still you just let it flow. You keep working at it, finding patterns and forms you want to develop. The composition develops with focal area and subordinate elements. Then, just about when you’re done, you get it. You see the connection from what you’ve be making to what’s going on in your life. It’s like you’ve been sitting going over and over a dream that you’ve had when all of a sudden the symbolism becomes clear. You get it.
That’s didn’t happen with this piece. It’s still a secret. Why are there angels? I don’t know. Where he is pulling her to? I don’t know. Why is she holding back? What is she about to see? You tell me. I painted this piece a couple of years ago. I’m still wondering about what’s going on with the two of them. Maybe, like dreams that fade as morning wanes into the afternoon, too much time has passed, and I’ll never know. Some secrets are never revealed.
Swamps are messy things. They’re wild and untamed, life unfettered. This is a great prompt for me right now. I hours away from Spring Break and the daily grind of teaching high school students. While I love my students, I also need time away from the regimen of the classroom. My swamp image reflects my mental need to let loose. I’ve thrown together this image using a variety of techniques. It’s a little traditional drawing, some digital painting and some digital collage. It’s a little scattered which is how my brain is acting right now. Yes! It’s time for a break.