The country drive last Sunday began "the stir........" Monday after running errands, I stopped by Lincoln Lakes "to stand ...... and be. listen. feel the sharp air on my face. silent, hoping for a response." I began a checklist. Dug out my padded overalls. Would my body still fit in them?? Pulled the heavy backpack with paints and supplies out of storage. Tuesday I checked off the overalls. It was a squeeze with my tummy, but I fit. Went out with the hand saw and for my new past time, hand sawing tree trunks that lie out in the yard. Each in various stages of being cut. It is more of an exercise for me to do, rather than a task to accomplish. An exertion to keep my mind sharp. Wednesday the paint kit was moved into the cab. The easel in the back. For a time to come. Friday the sun remained out long enough for me to"go look. pull out the backpack, set up the easel, hunt and locate the bungee cords. telescope the legs out.stand and observe.locate the graphite.. and sketch."
Orange road cones are stationed around me as I draw from the creek bridge on South Ely Street. Sunshine. Nip in the air. Clear sky. November. And the promise of an overcast afternoon. ... An hour passes. I regard the creek on the west side of the bridge. Another day for that, another time.
Today it goes well. How will my body respond tomorrow? ...to this stretching and lifting, bending and moving, climbing up and down out of the cab. Another check off the list, taking down the easel, carrying supplies back into the cab, lifting, placing. Gathering the cones. Off down the street.
Ely street meets West Lincoln Street and I stop by a green field with trees aflutter and a house nestled beneath its boughs. At last I find a fallen branch and mark the place I want to come back to. No sketch. Jotted thoughts on a paper squatch in my pocket to remember by.
On the shore the easel and drawing pad secured with bungee cord around back. All set. A sullen monument of bleached tree ascends to my right. A far tree bank across the lake. Two houses peeking out from behind way up there. The breeze cold, the sunshine bright, the sky still clear blue. Bright yellow green algae. This place I hope to return to and paint. Less than an hour I am satisfied.
Piling all into the cab. Easel hoisted. Graphite retired. The smudges removed with a clean moist baby wipe towel. I return home. My eyes roam through the passing tree trunks to backyards and houses tucked away in the wood. The spark bursts. Houses tucked away in the wood. A concept to come back to.
Here, I have finished posting the photos and typing the text, and the weather report proves to be true. The clouds have rolled in and the sunshine has left.
Thanks for reading it. It's time for lunch.
North central Missouri, central United States, North America, planet earth.
"ALONG THE RAILS," ACRYLIC ON BOARD, KARL MARXHAUSEN, 2010
I'LL TELL YOU SOMETHING ABOUT MY HUSBAND KARL.
WHEN HE JOURNALS AND COLORS AND DRAWS ANDWRITES ----- WHEREVER HE IS ------IT TAKES HIM AWAY. IT MEANS SO MUCH TO HIM. REMEMBERING GOD'S PRESENCE.
Nelson Atkins Print Society Presentation: Intersections With Fred Geary - Karl Marxhausen
THIS IS THE SATISFACTION OF RESEARCH. +++ WHAT THE LORD BRINGS YOUR WAY FOR YOU TO FIND +++ AND THE ENERGY TO PURSUE THE DOORS HE OPENS.+++ BLESSED BY HIS NAME. +++ JOEL MARTY
IT WAS A YELO CAR. A BRIGHT YELO CAR. SEVERAL OF THEM. AS THEY PASSED BY, I COUNTED THEM. THEN AN IMPRESSION CAME - I WAS NOT ALONE. THAT I WOULD FIND MY DESTINATION. AND I DID. BUT IT WAS THE LARGE "K" ON THE SIDE OF THE RED BARN WITH THE WHITE CIRCLE AROUND IT THAT MADE ME CRY. MY FIRST NAME STARTS WITH A "K." AS WE PULLED INTO OHIO THERE WERE THREE OVERPASSES WE DROVE UNDER. NOT A RUSTY BROWN OR DINGY GREY. ALL THREE WERE BRIGHT CANARY "IN-YOUR-FACE" YELLOW!!! THREE IS MY FAVORITE NUMBER. HOW TO EXPLAIN IT. FOR ME, IT WAS A PRESENCE BESIDE ME, REMINDING ME I WAS BEING THOUGHT OF, I WAS NOT ALONE. OFTEN ABSENT FROM MY THINKING, SURPRISES COME. MY ANXIOUSNESS IS TAKEN AWAY. CALM SETTLES IN WHEN HIS KINDNESS COMES. karl marxhausen
sand, packaging, and acrylic paint is seen in this detail of "A Thinking Reed's Response"
"ABOUT YOUR DAD: THE BLESSING THAT CAME INTO HIS LIFE WAS CONCORDIA. THIS SETTING HELPED HIM BECOME THE PERSON HE "BECAME."AND BY SETTING I MEAN THE COLLEGE AND THE CITY OF SEWARD. NO QUESTION ABOUT IT. IT WAS THE PERFECT SPOT FOR HIM."
JACK DUENSING, SEWARD, NE.
owner of "Sundown" from Seward, NE
Welcome. In retirement my art shows up as words typed on the page. The world of Harry Alfred Fowler fascinates me. My town is a rural farm community. Fowler worked in Kansas City. He brought art folks together. I've been pursuing discovery since 2011. Like Fowler I am gleaning from many sources to share the delightful nuggets that appeal to me. I too have organized, self-published, done art, learned, tried it out. New ground, new discoveries, these fuel my dreams. A book of my own with drawings. In the meantime there are dishes to wash and daily routines to follow. Thanks to friends around the globe who have been a resource to me. History ties a name to a place and a time and then is published and used by the rest.
"SOUNDS LIKE GOD HAS BLESSED YOU WITH YOUR ART. YOU ARE AN INSPIRATION TO MANY!!"SANDY QUICK, KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI
"MAKES PERFECT SENSE TO ME, KARL. I UNDERSTAND THE PRIORITIES OF KIDS. YOUR DAD WAS JUST A "REGULAR DAD" EXCEPT THAT HE TOUCHED A LOT OF PEOPLE'S LIVES, AND THAT MADE HIM EXTRAORDINARY!!!" MATTHEW G. HANSEN, LINCOLN CAPITOL PRESERVATION ARCHITECT
"ALWAYS ENJOY YOUR BLOG, KARL --- YOUR FUN STORIES, CREATIVE WORKS, AND PHILOSOPHIES ON LIFE!! THANKS!" LOIS MEYER VOELTZ
"HOW COOL IS THAT KARL!! CONGRATULATIONS AND KEEP AT IT - YOU ARE DOING WONDERFUL WONDERFUL WORK."RICHARD HAMILTON, KANSAS CITY, MO
"KARL PAINTS WITH STRONG STROKES - SOMETIMES ALMOST SLASHES. HE SAYS IT ALL, FEARLESSLY, IN A FEW WELL CHOSEN WORDS FROM HIS PALETTE. HIS SUBJECTS ARE SIMPLE EVERYDAY THINGS THAT HOLD THE GREAT PLEASURES." PHIL CHADWICK, PAINTER, ONTARIO