Sparkling Summer Waters and An Ode To Blue
One of my earliest memories is peering through a screen of ferns and branches, looking out at sparkling blue waters like these. I can never get enough of it. If the sun is shining, I need to see it, every day.
It’s been a beautiful summer, and I’m grateful to have been able to spend a lot of it soaking up inspiration from the lakes and rivers near my home. I spend as much time as I can watching the surface patterns & peering into the deeps. The colours, patterns and textures are fascinate me: the sun sparkling off the surface, the rich colours of stones in the shallows, the myriad designs in the sand on the shore. I keep thinking I’m going to move on to a different subject matter but every time I walk into the studio, I reach for those blues, teals, turquoises.
“Blue is bunting, indigo and quick. Blue is jay, its chatter like jazz. Blue is grosbeak is bluebird is blackbird turned sky. The Chisos mountains at dusk are blue. Blue is ghost-like. Twilight. Deep border blue. Once is the blue moon where panthers dance. Twice is the blue belly of lizards flashing. Blue waves are heat waves, dervishes in sand. Blue is the long song of storm clouds gathering with rain.”
– Terry Tempest Williams from: The Hour of Land: A Personal Topography of America’s National Parks