The only sounds are distant engines and lapping waves. The chickadees will reappear soon. It gets eerily quiet in the wilderness in winter, and autumn, its epilogue. You can hear individual leaves falling, and cars 4km away. Though some find its stillness disconcerting (reminiscent of life’s somber finale), I find it calming and strangely exciting – with no chirps and chatter, the world is gasping like an excited child, waiting for the big reveal. And I gasp with it – smiling at the imagery.
The Look, oil on 12″x16″ canvas
On that note, here a few paintings that have been hanging around my easels this month.
Silvester, oil on 12″x16″ canvas
“How far did you get with your painting?
“Well, it’s almost done. There’s paint everywhere.”
“The mark of a good painting.”
Why Am I Here, oil on 24″x36″ canvas