Further up we turned off and headed west on County Road 290. A winding bluff road with low creek scenes just off the road. The lighting was good, tree trunks fallen in diagonals, cascading blonde grass, sandbars, water, gnarly tree roots -- it was all there. I remember the paintings of forests and creek beds others have created. The colors I had admired. My desire to try that myself - someday. I got to come back to paint this. Ample subject material. I walked and laid out some branches next to the muddy road to mark areas of interest. The site was ten miles from our house.
After church the next morning, I loaded the truck and headed out. From 12:24 pm to 1:52 pm I painted.
"No eye has seen and no ear has heard and no mind has even imagined what God have prepared for those who love Him." 1 Corinthians chapter 2 verse 9.Stream beds, rock patterns, not just from images others have recorded -- something I can now look at with my own eyes, standing, deciphering, interpreting, choosing for, calling my own.
The hidden delights You foster, bring hope to me, even to one as I.
Thank you Father. Thank you, Jesus. Thank you God.
You lift me, you bring me joy.
Bluff Creek No.1
16.5 x 18 inches
acrylic on cradled panel