Acrylic on paper, 15″ X 11″
That feeling of resting in and becoming a part of nature. I started by sketching a figure that must have been lurking in my imagination for a while, at least since the walk to the waterfalls at Russian Gulch. Then little by little the rest got filled in. It looks like an illustration in a children’s book – a story I haven’t yet written, and probably won’t – so, be my guest. Or just feel that weightless drapy languor. I always get that when sitting by a mountain stream with my feet in the water. My brain slips out into the water and washes away downstream, and I’m operating on the same intelligence as the minnows and the birds.
What a wonderful art piece, Susan, and what a deep experience to feel your brain “slip out into the water and wash away downstream”… I will have a look on a world map now and look to which place I have to go to sit there at the other end of the stream and let your brain slip back into my brain… although that happened already a long time ago, way before we met… at the other end of the time stream perhaps?
So wonderful to have you back in Comment-land Miki! When you come visit we shall go to Russian Gulch (2 hours from my home) and release our brains into the stream together.
I just posted my second blog without my image as the technology of such matters still is challenging. I felt the need to visit your site and as always, I am renewed by your images. Funny, for as I sit, here now, the crows are dancing and singing right outside my window. A child’s book. Hum, maybe indeed. Thank you for being a wealth spring of deep renewal.
May I ask why it is called “The Russian Gulch”, Susan? I don’t even now what a Gulch is… and yes, I would like to go there with you when I will come….
Yes Miki. A gulch is a ravine, an indent in the hills where the stream flows. And the Russians settled here along the north coast of California. THe river near my home is also called the Russian River, and I think the town of Sebastopol is also named for a Russian place.