about the process of translating language/thought into color/texture.
to love both the material and the process is to be lost joyfully in each day.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Summer, glorious in all its steamy heat and languid nights, is full upon us. Greens in deepest shade are darkly purple, midnight blue, cooling our sun-shot eyes and bringing a moment's respite of breeze through the leafy canopies. Salmon pinks, coral reds, butter yellows, cadmium orange with lemon and glaze of alizarin in riots of poppies, hibiscus, roses, honeysuckle, daisies, and lilies in a myriad of variety fill us with love for this season of endless visual delights. We breath in the perfume of summer wishing we could store it to warm ourselves come those cold November nights. I am compelled by blooming Nature.