“The intense focus of art often transports me through a magic portal; time seems to stop as if I’ve stepped into another realm. Sometimes after a long session I am surprised to find that the day has weaned to night – or the night has weaned to morning. Emerging from a painting trance is like awakening from a deep sleep.” Lisa B.
I have always painted best at night, especially in the city when late-night hours are even more silent than the natural forest! The ongoing Covid risks have altered the rhythms of the city, and for that I am grateful. After ten o’clock at night, the city slumbers.
In Poza Honda, three species of owls, random frogs, insects and the faraway calls of the Limpkins provided a soothing nocturnal soundtrack. When I paint in the apartment, I often play recordings made at Poza Honda. Many times I emerge from my painting trance and am surprised to find that I’m in the city!
Friday night while painting I thought of two brothers who were classmates of mine. Flashing back in time, I pictured them taking turns skiing behind their boat. The vision was as strong as if it were yesterday, and it made me smile. I recalled their zest for life and how much they loved the outdoors -as did I.
On Saturday a friend shared the sad news that one of those brothers had died while in the woods. (most likely a heart attack.) Steve was a good man – a very good man, and he will be missed.
Steve and his family were on my mind for the rest of the day – and night. Painting had no appeal, but my lifelong pal the pencil served me well. The pencil study seemed to absorb my numbness, and a pair of Variable Seedeaters slowly came to life.
Below is ‘stage one’ of the drawing, “Remembering Steve.”
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