Finished this painting a week or so ago. I love the way the wind in the sky just pushes the ground and the way the ducks in the water are pushed along also. They were sort of…well truly if I admit…an accident. I was moving the paint across the edge of the horizon, huming a happy tune and the brush jigged along with the beat. The “ducks” just appeared and became, in the end, an integral part of this painting. Isn’t it great when things so serendipitously belong?
There are absolutely horrible things going on in the world and my heart just is tortured by the pain that so many people are enduring. Sometimes a little thing like this can lighten my feelings for a moment and make me feel that there can be something to smile at and find a small bit of joy in for a day. I hope that wherever this painting finds a home, it can spark that same feeling in those who see it each day…even if just for a while…from the studio
Here it is sitting on the shelf in my studio….