I notice I'm drawn to windows, that I'm proned to unconsciously walking to a window and staring at the world outside it. And during our recent snows, I spent hours watching the squirrels and birds as they scurried to find a morsel. And almost obscessively I took pictures. Every formation, every gesture was intriguing.
I remember from my childhood, my grandmother who we called Mama Cole, used the phrase "make haste" whenever she wanted one of us to get something done in a hurry. Never "hurry", always "make haste." It seemed to me as I noticed the speed with which the squirrels were searching for and relishing each sunflower seed, an inner voice was telling them: make haste. Was that why I couldn't stop watching?
And so what does an artist do but paint whatever she is paying attention to. Here's my interpretation of watching those squirrels.
|"Making Haste" Oil on Canvas 16" x 20"|