|9x6 pastel and watercolor on Uart|
In the words of Albert Pinkham Ryder, "I have never seen the beauty of spring before; which is something I have lived and suffered for. The landscape and air are full of promise." You can insert "the beauty of dusk"and you will see what I feel as I watch dusk from my window. I have been ill for a couple of days, but continue to do these small memory skyscapes from my bed.
In my extra time I continue to read my History of Tonalism and have been struck by the paintings and words of Albert Pinkham Ryder. He was a painter in the Tonalist tradition. A shy New Englander (from New Bedford- a place where I lived and loved for 3 years) he supposedly had faulty eyes due to a childhood vaccination. His biographer Frank Jewett Mather said that Ryder developed a visual memory haunted by a residual repertoire of iconic images, after images of a sort that recurred from his early life. "Naturally he drifted into an owlish sort of life, wandering off into the moonlight at all hours and avoiding the glare of the high sun. The physical and moral solace of these moonlight strolls is a chief emotional content of his pictures."