Saturday, February 5, 2011
early evening, bittersweet autumn and memory
Stored memories can be even more powerful. Time acts like a huge colander so that only that one idea, the one that drew you to be transfixed, remains. To quote more Carlson, " The memory exaggerates the essentials; the trifles of incidents tend to become blurred...Until mastery of memory is reached, the brain refuses to act as a filter. "
This is remembered from one of my fields by Lake Needwood. I paint there often. One time after placing my plein air equipment to the car I looked back and saw this. My jaw dropped. Thankfully I had no camera and had the sense just to watch. It came back to me last night in bed, at least 3 months later. All day long I let it take shape in my brain. Usually I never stay still. My friends who know me know I am called "the hamster" as I am in constant motion ( as in on the wheel.) One good thing I must say about this surgery (and its long recovery) is it has slowed me down to a crawl..maybe even slower than a crawl. Now I sit and think. And then I sit some more and think more. I feel grateful all the time. Being quiet and thinking about gratitude brings wonder.
On another note, thank you to all you brave folks who have sent me your memory paintings. I will post on Thursday (February 10)...That leaves time for more folks to try.