It’s been pretty hot this week so my AC is on more than usual but I went out at about 8pm to walk with Charley. The sky, the light and the air seemed to have a special tint of rose. the mountains were beautiful and the lake is high and blue against the contrast of the mountains. I didn’t have my phone with me and it changes so fast I wouldn’t be able to capture the feeling and the beauty of the night.
It made me feel just slightly better after a day spent painting something trying to put in a painting feelings about what is going on in the USA. My painting has only skin tones paint, I’m hoping to see if I find the curator at the gallery (which is closed) to put it in the window tomorrow, the day of the funeral for Mr. George Floyd. There are very few African Americans in the area of New Mexico where I live, what is the word I’m looking for, the area is homogenous in that everyone looks about the same, I haven’t noticed a single Indian or Asian in the time I’ve lived here, and only a few of any color but white and some brown. Maybe i just don’t get out much, that could be true but I think we lose a flavor of life when our interaction is limited to people that look and often times think the same as we do.
There’s trouble in our land.
All lives matter