|"Waters Rush, Rocks Stand Firm" 18"x 14" Oil on Canvas|
Click on image for larger view
Although not where it ended, here's the scene where this painting began.
I was thinking about those multitudes of huge boulders along the Tallulah and wondering how far back in time they reach. And about how torrents of water rush between them and at times, over them. Barrels and barrels of water rushing and tumbling, crashing and splashing, then quietly pooling, still enough to collect foliage greens, tree bark grays and sky blues before crashing and bursting under sunlight into zillions of stark white bubbles, creating a sound so deafening you can't hear your own voice.
All day long my brush was pushing paint with my eyes focused on those boulders while all along it was the water I was hearing. Then after the end of that long day of virtually non-stop painting, I scraped down the canvas, turned it vertically, and started over. It was the water that wanted my attention this time.