the hard rain comes down. the kind of rain that makes a person smile. the kind of rain that makes a person feel surprised. an exuberant rain, pounding pounding pounding and thunder and dogs barking. such a chorus, such a whirl, such a racket and i love it. especially here in the big silence of the country. especially here where wind and trees go suddenly, painfully, peculiarly still. the crash boom bang of a healthy storm. the heft of strong weather. unapologetic and dancing all crazy-like.
i am drawing star fields. black and scratchy. twinkling like little bats. and Alice is perched in the corner of the room.
6 comments:
Yes. Thinking of you every day.
Love,
Rebecca
me too. of you. i miss being in our little line on the coast. :)
love
angela
I like the idea of bats painted in the rain. Especially when you are far from home.
ahhhhhhhhhh. sounds wonderful. isn't it great the way someone's impressions can take you away? i was taken away just now by your weather report, i could hear it, smell it, feel it...
oh to be far, far away from here, like i am in my mind.
elisabeth- i've been thinking about animals a lot lately... a subject i haven't worked with much as a painter at all, and it is becoming more and more attractive. especially bats- making their way through the world by sonar and vibration.
heather-
last night the thunder was enormous and booming and there were big flashes of blue light from the lightning. it lit up the whole forest here. a strk whiteness that cancelled out all color. amazing. and there was something in it that matched something inside of me. a kinship, for however cliched and teenage that may sound. it's true though. some bit of storm in me quelled by the storm raging in the forest behind me.
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