Hands like feathers in the field
dirt & stream water on canvas painted in a field of horses and a shallow ravine
Breath of fragile loneliness
pond mud and brackish water on canvas, painted under a rocky cliff on a bed of stones where the ocean kisses the pond
blíð (gentle, tender)
Dandelion and sandy dirt on canvas, painted on a barren rock island, protected by fierce winds, beside a tear shaped pool
Unearthing to be enough
Pond mud, iron, and ocean water on canvas, painted on top of a steep cliff overlooking the gleaming arctic ocean
“We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn…It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful, but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look, which morally we can do. To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of the arts.”
Henry David Thoreau Walden, (pg. 134)
Úti á vídavangi (out in the open air)
