Friday, March 27, 2009
The long view
We lived in Cuddebackville, N.Y., for more than five years. And I always explored. It's my nature. I like taking roads that I think might come out in a place I know - or might come out in a place I don't know. I hate going to a place on one route and coming back on the same one. I enjoy getting myself lost and finding my way out again.
That's why I was so amazed to find, virtually in my own backyard, the road from Minisink to Unionville to Westtown - a painter's paradise of a route, with lovely long views, and plenty of shoulder to pull off on, and even, if I'd been in the mood, horses and cows to paint. I can't believe that I didn't find this road while we were living here.
But today, it was just what I wanted. I was looking for fields with that March mustard yellow, fresh from under snow, still wet and dark, and maybe just beginning to green up. And on this road, I found them.
Later in the day, I took special pleasure from showing my paintings to my realtor and my new attorney. I feel a little bit like a pusher when I do this, bring people to the back of my car, and open my trunk and make them look at still-wet work.
I don't think either liked them, and that's OK. I've known from the start that my paintings aren't for everyone. But this one, I do like this one.