NUMBER 004, watercolor by kayti sweetland rasmussen
Well, it’s apparent that we all see things differently.
Many of you readers know that I am a retired sculptor, art teacher, who also painted for most of my long life. I have never been a landscape painter, nor has the sight of a perfect hillside set my fingers a-twitter to paint it. On the other hand, the tilt of a head in the sunshine, or the eager excitement in a child’s eyes made me rush for a paint brush.
Now that the passing years have diminished my eyesight, I again have the urge, but no longer see things in the same way.
I find this challenge exciting because I am no longer constricted and can follow my own advice to former students: “Remember, a straight line doesn’t always have to be straight.” Unlike a portrait, perfection isn’t a valued commodity.
My husband, paragon of artistic expertise, is a great critic while peering over my shoulder in the studio. “What’s it supposed to be?”
Well, anyone can plainly see that it is a picture of clouds, rocks, and a tiny tree making its way up through the cracks, seeking the sun.
“But where are snow covered mountains?”
Well I might have taught YOU snow covered mountains, but I’m not ready for them yet. Meanwhile I’m going to continue making wiggly lines.