It rained for several days that we recently spent at our cottage up north in northern Wisconsin. Despite having many goals for fixing up our cottage I wanted to continue my practice of daily
( almost daily ) painting. The moist, gray and quiet days brought the forest around us into soft focus. And as I allowed myself to reflect and rest , memories of an atmospheric day we once spent in a Chinatown neighborhood came to me. In my minds eye I found an image of crowded streets almost dissolving into the diffused light of an evening rain.
The shapes in this painting are intended to be as fleeting as the rain. I am more concerned about sharing an impression and a feel for a place than I am about precise city details. I think that each painting has to have it’s own rhythm and voice, to tell a story and to trigger a memory for you too.
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