Is there a place where nothing is seen,
where nothing inspires,
where only the passing of time marks the place?
I take that question with me when I go into the fields and woods of the flatlands and the forests of the Northwoods. There must be something of memories to be found. The reason for going is to discover with my senses, the loamy, decaying pungent smells, the touching of the seasons, a visual game of hide and seek.
Anticipated but hidden,
giving an awareness for why.I know to look but I’m reminded by the finding that there is more yet to be found. I know that when I’m with nature I will succumb, lulled to drift through my emotions, wondering where I will be when awakened.
Of all that is expected,
nothing but this
For me the creative process is either directed by specific imagery or suggested by the media itself - sort of a subconscious to conscious ordering. The natural environment figures into much of my work. You can see a lot of my boyhood home in South Dakota in my abstract landscapes. I also draw inspiration from my current location in a semi-rural part of the Midwest. Each painting begins as a physical manipulation of the media. But just as changes in nature alter our surroundings, the actual process of painting guides the evolution of my work. As the painting develops I fine tune the composition. The initial image becomes less important and features may appear that are not planned. Some of the unplanned features enhance the composition and some do not. As the artist I must pay attention and only keep those that contribute to my vision of the final product.
The stainless steel with a glass bead blast finish bracket was shipped and installed before the Granite Counter was set. The design consideration was to keep the counter top free from glass supports and for the bracketing to be minimally intrusive to the glass.
Closer View of Glass and Pattern
Once the seed drops...In urban landscapes the Burning Bush (Euonymous alatus) has been popular for its bright red color in the fall. Favored in the landscape, it is cursed in the wild places. The invasive nature of Burning Bush has become a threat, especially to urban wild places. Barb, Lorene and I played in Black Hawk State Park, http://www.blackhawkpark.org/ growing up in Rock Island, Illinois. I’ve played in the park since the ‘50s and still wander the trails through all of the seasons. This urban forest, bordered by the Rock River and surrounded by urban areas contains many mature native hardwoods and a forest understory rich with native wildflowers in the spring, colors and textures of deep shade in the summer, brilliant fall foliage and the quite solitude of winter. Black Hawk is very much as it was when it was home to the Sauk and Fox, mostly, except for an ever increasing threat of what has become invasive, the Burning Bush, brought to the park from the urban landscape surrounding it. Volunteers routinely gather in the park to remove non native, invasive species in an attempt to keep this wild place wild. Mill Street Galleries, http://www.mill-street.com, and its partners all share a connection to nature. Much of what comes to us as inspiration comes to us from nature. For us, our earliest memories of wild nature comes from Black Hawk Park and to those who continue to preserve those memories we have chosen the park as a place we support and have donated to help fund the activities of the volunteers. If you love wild places, if they are special to you, please consider supporting them. Volunteer, donate, share your favorite places with others and share them here on The Front Porch. Thank You, Barb, Lorene and Bob