There’s a part of the Reykjanes peninsula in Iceland where almost every hill or mountain is a former volcano or testament to a lava “emission”. some of the more hills that might have been mountains are beginning to grow moss. The pink and purple ground and the muted greens seem to me a perfect combination of power and peaceful promise
Sitting down to listen to the presidential debacle — I mean, debate — with a stack of totes to paint for the craft fair at St James church in Arlington VT this weekend. Painting has been just what the head doctor ordered the last week or two while we work through an ongoing healthcare issue with T1, and a little doodling may be just the right antidote for tonight too.
When we returned from Iceland, I knew I would have to paint its landscape. It didn’t just creep into my soul; it exploded it, shaking me awake after a long sleep.