Outside Santa FeOil on canvas, 6x12
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Now that fall is here, spring feels like more than a memory. It's an echo, a harmony, the second twin, the flash that you see at the edge of your eye, the thought that slips just out of reach.
I pulled this little painting out the other day, and worked it, and found that I like it better than when I painted it.
I was just west of Santa Fe, and spring had barely touched the land. Mornings dawned cold, afternoons rolled into warmth, and colors started - wanly - to appear.
The same thin rhythms pulse through these autumn days, and sometimes, if I'm thinking too hard or not thinking enough, I find myself wondering if it is spring or if it's fall.
