So, my schedule being such that I didn't have much time to generate a landscape, I considered abandoning any plans to do so. But having returned from a beach vacation on the Atlantic ocean, I felt called to try to depict my meditations of patterns and rhythms of the sea: waves, lines on sea shells, fish scales, and bubbles. Actually, the sensation of standing in the sand as the waves erode my ground left me dizzy especially with the relentless, roaring waves and whipping wind. The ocean pulled me out of balance, unsettling me. It was sort of a weird game that a toddler might play--rushing to my feet and then quickly running away before being caught. While playing the game, I realized that I find comfort in nature's orders and how they can be found at both the mirco and macro levels. This kind of discovery feels more than satisfying--it feels joyful.
In the end I realize that I didn't really paint a landscape, but a seascape! Oh well, there will be another opportunity to take a look at land.