8 x 10
oil on canvas
This is the last piece I did when I was in the Southwest. East turkey Creek flows through the village of Paradise, and it is beautiful! I am so caught up in Spring - planting the vegetable garden, trying to get outdoors to paint, working on the breeding bird atlas (the site is working now, if anyone is interested in checking it out mnbba.org). I may be a bit patchy with my posting for awhile.
"Into the silence, which was at times also a roar, of my thoughts and questions forever returning to myself to search there for an explanation of my life and its purpose, into this concentrated tiny hub of dense silent noise, came the cackle of a hen from a nearby back garden, and at that moment that cackle, its distinct sharp-edged existence beneath a blue sky with white clouds, induced in me an intense awareness of freedom. The noise of the hen, which I could not even see, was an event in a field which until then had been awaiting a first event in order to become itself realisable. I knew in that field I could listen to all sounds, all music."
- John Berger "The Field"