I finished another painting. It had been sitting around for a while because I didn't like the sky. I removed what was in the sky and repainted it. Then I thought TREES, yes... both new background and foreground. The style took me back to when I used to paint folk art, the real primitive stuff. This is a step up (I think,) but it's still folk art. I like the feel of little villages, or small towns. They make me feel right at home, so I enjoy bringing some of the country into my paintings sometimes. I don't live in the country now, but I do have a city park right up against my back yard, so I can't complain. Today I saw a tortoise laboring away to get from my yard into the park. I often see ospreys and hear their plaintive cries. They don't mind the traffic or the noise. They nest in tall trees or on platforms set on top of telephone poles and such structures. To see them dive for fish is mind-boggling. They make a straight dive into the water from way up high, and they get their fish. Amazing! Nature is so incredibly beautiful.
I can never hope to capture the majesty of nature in one of my paintings, but I can sit in my backyard and experience the whole display of glory. I was searching for the right word, and that's it. Glory.
Here's my attempt at some colorful glory:
Fall is coming. I have to enjoy the colors in my memory because where I live we don't fall colors, but we have decent winters!