As a painter and not a writer it becomes my obsession to try and bring to a painting what I feel about the land. Every time I think I am creating my personal best and it will be a master piece. Each time when it is finished I wonder if I could not have done a little better here and there. Every time it is like chasing rainbows.
"the trains chug through an empty wilderness of low hills, dunes, plains; green in spring and early summer, fading to taupe and fawn as the season wears on. The ground is broken here and there by black bearded ridges and cones, or sharp profiled mesas of red granite, or huge pines standing solitary and twisted by the winds, like sardonic old men who know a thing or two."
Friday, August 20, 2010
Gold and Chasing Rainbows
Oddly enough, I love books that feature the landscape as a character. Books like Hemingway's "Islands in the Stream" where the gulf stream becomes a very important part of the story. Early in my reading life, I read "Green Grass of Wyoming". In this book the author describes the grasses and the land in the opening chapter. It reads.......
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