Something Beautiful is a self-imposed initiative to find a visual feast for each day of a year.
I cannot leave the North. Not yet. I have stretched myself from it but not detached. Tranquil, idyllic shorelines beckon and remind me of timeless afternoons stretched on the beach, in the grass, along a hillside. Listening — lapping water. Breaking waves. Slow moving white sky giants. Time lost in translating the feeling, the sound, the beautiful onto a Strathmore pad and into watercolor lines.
The image is not the one I painted below, but similar. The painting a gift for a mentor, part of the Objibwe. A remembrance for me of blissfully long days of careless summers when no one pretends to do anything but live—beautifully.