Today I honored the one-year anniversary of the seven-month journey begun on November 6th, 2013 by painting from memory the landscapes of the places that I loved while traveling. Land and scap are Dutch words for land and sea. I saw both. I loved both.
My memory of places rushed out onto the paper in bold colors, surely reflecting the intensity of the journey and it's life-changing qualities. I stood and observed in stillness in each of these locales. Smiling. Absorbing lines, colors and movement and painting them in the landscape of my mind.
Neither the oranges of Mesa Verde nor the turquoise of Yosemite's rocks were ever colors that I would have used in paintings prior to this trip. Now after returning home, I was surprised that watercolor washes weren't adequate to express the depth of beauty and the strong images stretching across my mind's eye.
Boston and it's harbor, Plymouth Rock bay, the dome in a Montreal park, the trees on top of Mesa Verde, a cliff house below on a creek and the mountains of Yosemite crossed by a ribbon of road. I'm grateful, intensely, for the blessings of that journey.