Inspired from one of the last studies I made of the back field in Harris Hollow, the afternoon before the cutting began.
I remember the sense of fleeting time, the need to get all this, somehow, in paint: the moving, thick grasses, the subtle color of the various plants, the fullness of it all, thinking it would be the last time I would be there to paint it.
This is such a familiar experience of mine, of overwhelming beauty out of time and the urge to paint, to "have" it, which is in time.
As well as the full onslaught of thoughts whispering "it is not possible."
It is not possible to hold it.
It is possible to enter it and get as close to it as I can.
It brings me to the edge of reason, and I just have to jump.
Such a field it is....my backyard for three years.
Endless space and color and light and air.
Now I am wanting to find this in me, however I can make it appear.
Using the study, I splashed this into being to continue to reconnect with what the field is for me.
It feels like a landscape and it is large enough that it can stand on its own someday, as feeling in color.
It is a good beginning.
Field Grasses oil on panel 100cm x 100cm