When I think if the many aborted writing and design attempts, I consider it extraordinary that I have abandoned very few art studies. If you have been following the blog for a while, you know that I have revisited a number of these. And they have experienced a new life, or, perhaps a full life. This is one of those underachieving studies. Though I am not sure, I think it was done while relaxing near Lake Superior by my dear Moon Lake.
To my regret, I came back to it with no great intention or ambition except to experiment with new watercolors I purchased over the weekend. I began with feathery fronds of jade and peacock. Slowly I grew annoyed with the superficial shoreline–ill-defined and dimensionless. With no visual reference, I was left to conjure grassy fields and imagine the wind rows under the waving crest–and the microenvironment hidden beneath.
Sadly, I never suspected anything of note would come from the dabbling–alas, no “before.” But I see something of possible merit emerging and more multimedia experimentation. So welcome to my forgotten child. My fuzzy thought. My brief unsustained moment of creativity. My chance to nurture redemption.