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| The Dinosaur 18" x 24" Watercolor on paper |
Here in the southwest, solar-powered systems are replacing windmills for pumping water out in the open country. We don't have streams or ponds for the most part, so getting water to the cattle is a matter of deep wells and algae-lined troughs. I grew up in windmill country and love the creaking/clanking sounds they made and their silhouettes against the amazing skies. I remember getting drinks with the tin cup that was kept hanging on a bit of baling wire from the frame. It was cool and fresh on hot days. This painting is a remembrance of those memories.
4 comments:
Not everyone can be a landscape artist, but I think you did a fine job on this landscape with a nice memory displayed. I, too, miss old things (is that a sign of aging? ha ha) that will be just memories soon.
Sp far, aging is a good thing! I don't really think I was born to be a landscape artist but I yearn to be one! I'll settle for competent one of these days.
I think your psychedelic mess turned out quite nicely! I like it! I have a mentor who tells me "we have to learn to paint past the ugly stage; usually every painting has one."
Hmm, I think your mentor is right! Some of them never outgrow it, sadly!
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