Friday, November 8, 2013

Geneva Swamp



I drove through the swamp recently on my travels. Because I’d been so gradual with my earlier tasks, I didn’t take the opportunity to stop to really look at, and ponder what I was seeing. It was the first snow of the year that day. It was coming down surprisingly heavy here inland from Lake Erie and from what I hear in the higher elevations, but there wasn’t much sticking in the swamp - the low lands. It was sleeting however, and was just way too cold, too quickly and too soon after I spent a day in bed whirling with some unearthly virus to allow myself to get out in it. So I stayed in the warm and toasty car and sped toward home. Poor me.


But this amazing swamp offered yet again, even through weather’s worst and a rain smeared windshield, an array of phenomenal colors. Quite often this enormous swamp offers colors that I usually only see in dreams. This day there was this silver. It doesn’t photograph well and I can’t mix my paint palette to match. It changes so quickly in perception from tan-silver, then blue-silver, over to pure white-gray and all around the spectrum, and I suspect beyond.

I looked up the definition for quicksilver when I got home. It is an Old English term meaning "living silver" and having a “changeable behavior”. Hmmm. That is dream-like – people and places switch around and always just out of reach of reason. When I try to explain a dream and it usually slips away before the telling is done. Just like that dog-like deer who spoke in J.F.K’s voice and said something life-changing from underneath my neighbors forsythia bush. My neighbor has no forsythia bush and I have no inkling what the deer said, … or was that an opossum in a dresser drawer? I think quicksilver’s origin must be found in a foggy, sleety and peaty British swamp.

Designing and imaging the concepts for paintings can work the same way. If I don’t get them down quickly, indicating the colors, line and placement - they fade rather quickly. Same with some/most of what God shows me in His Word. Our memories sometimes need indicators for us to remember accurately. (No matter WHAT age you are). Don’t you just hate it when you come home from shopping having left the “list” on the kitchen table?  And yep, you forgot the sour cream, lettuce and toilet paper. Well, same thing with visual or Holy concepts; they are usually like quicksilver if we don’t quickly put verbal markers down to get back to them down the road. As for painting, I refer to the “layout” continually as I work it out. As for Godliness, I keep God’s Word and notes on His insight at hand as I work out Holiness in this earthly realm.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Amid the Moral and Civil Decay

OK... So it's been three years, roughly since I have entered a post. I fell into a mode or mood (your choice) of who the heck cares what I think? Especially among the trillions of unread blogs, sermons, papers, theories, treaties, books, facebook rants and their expansions, rewrites, arguments, thank yous, rebuttals, outraged ALL CAP screaming, or highbrow snarkey commentaries. (Oh, I'm straying already).  I felt as if my attempt at writing my thoughts was as effective as a mime alone in a dark room. I believed I should make better use of my time. So I abandoned the whole process.

But my Blog did not go away. Just static. But, neither did my amazement for the life and world around me.

Time did though. It moved on without my written impressions. I have remained the same - AND changed. How's that you ask? Just like most everyone else I'm a little older and a little wiser. Three years has been like 15; a lot of life (the good the sad and the ugly) has occurred.

The "World" has become much darker recently. My nation's morality is flapping around the room like a balloon let go. It has affected us all - and saddened us all. But I will not write about politics. Mostly because it make people (perfectly wonderful and good and sane people) get mean, and ugly and intolerant and .. insane. I'll not bring that mess in here.

Instead I will write about my life as an artist. Which is where I intended to go with this Bog Blog in the first place. I will be taking my readers on a walk with me as I reinstate my place as an artist in a falling and crumbling society. Hopefully my words and my work will be a sight for sore eyes, and an encouragement for your journey.