Not sure why Sundays are so difficult for me, but considering how many times I have written about it, it is a real thing. I am actually looking forward to Mondays these days as we get back on a schedule. Sundays should feel open and carefree because we rarely have anything scheduled except going out to the farm, and Blue Eyes has his Buddhist meditation, but they don’t feel carefree, at least not for me. Things don’t feel quite right anymore. I also woke up with a wicked sore throat. I am never fully well these days. Late yesterday while Blue Eyes was out, I decided painting would help me out of my funk.
This painting started out as a tree grove on a foggy morning in Ojai, California. I was painting from a photo I had taken there late June 2014 while Blue Eyes was at his Intensive program. The more I painted, the less I liked it. I decided to take the paint that was on the canvas and transform it into something altogether different. I just started spreading the paint around the canvas. Oils are amazing this way. Since they are “wet” for quite some time, they are easily manipulated. Unfortunately, if you really like what you painted and don’t want to mess with it, but want to add something on top, you have to wait for it to dry. I am not very patient, so that is frustrating. After all was said and done, and adding in some blues and pinks, this is what I ended up with. The sky had always been a bit brooding, because that was how it was in Ojai that morning. The bright, hot sun was trying to break through the fog, but none of the rest of this painting even remotely looks like Ojai. I want to go to this place and sit and breathe in the fresh air and feel the cool water of the stream on my feet. This place doesn’t really exist except in my mind. And that’s okay. I like it here.