CONTEMPORARY EXPLORER

 

  It’s difficult to fully describe a Southern byway, their winding nature, the sights along the way. There is a slowness here, a closeness to nature, where tasks today can be done tomorrow. All played out against the sultriness of summer. The people along the way warm, schooled by place and time to a measured politeness and kindness, telling you much, but not fully allowing you in. There is much to learn here, a newness around every curve. A blending of ways, mile traveled by mile…

 

  We forget how important it is to talk and relate to others. How much it means to our lives. The lost and found department for people is hard to find...

They say it’s impossible to stop time, to stay in place. But things do stop you, maybe just for an instant. A swarm of images or just one that sets you mind wandering. Thinking “HEY” there is something here….

  One of the great things about art is all the material and equipment. Curating it is an art form in itself, giving much pleasure in its pursuit. Yes, I have been accused of having more paint and brushes than Picasso, not to mention all the canvas untested by fledgling talent. Still there is wonderful warmth in wandering in it all and then there are rare moments. Upon a pad of art paper, you pull a pallet knife or two, a couple of tubes of paint and play. Soon you forget about the rest of the world, its troubles, and your small pains.  You move the pallet knife back and forth, adding paint here and there, then more touches of other colors. Suddenly, the canvas speaks to you. Not of monumental things, but instead in its own simple beauty. A beauty found within, you did not know of….