The past few weeks has been filled with medical appointments which means a lot of sitting in waiting rooms which, in turn, means copious amounts of reading (catching up with the books I've been wanting to read) and sketching. I'm thankful for our medical system as they've been taking great care of me these past couple of years and I'm glad to say all is well. I'm also thankful for this creative life...my mind is constantly kept busy dreaming up new images and patterns and I am always happy to get home to paint.
With all the snow we've seen this winter I have been dreaming of prairie summers. We haven't seen the sky for a few days and expect a few more like this but I can envision the explosion of colour over the grasslands...of morning sun rises at dawn and of evening sunsets. From my vantage point on the sofa in our bay window overlooking the foothills and the mountains to the west and the prairies in the east I believe I've seen every colour imaginable.
So this is my homage to community, to this life in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, to the surrounding grasslands which housed buffalo and hawk. This land that sustained those who came before us and who watched the sun rise and set from this very place. After my struggles with imagery last week I've been so grateful that paintings are beginning to come together.