March 2021 Oil on Panel 12 x 18 inches

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Corona Journal Entry Love rainy gray days. Got soaked. Was worth it. Had it rained harder for longer I would have stayed farther from the cliff of loosing the big idea in the details. As I worked, I was thinking about the virtuosic plein air painters who take photos of their work on site to show the photo they just painted. Been seeing them on Instagram. I get it but is not my thing. I am not yet capable of doing the THING I am after. On a cold, wet day though, I get closer. § Tomorrow is April 1st. It feels like we are all in a digesting/processing mode on what the heck happened with the last year of Corona. We were in similar mode as we rolled into April a year ago thinking we were digesting the March of Corona. It kept marching. We had no clue. Still don’t. But now there are all these vast expanses of new what happened/what might happen territory which have opened up. My life and my painting life are also running parallel explorations and possibilities. What happened? What might happen? My 64th year is so unlike any of my imaginings. That’s one of the things I love about painting. It is full of discovery & possibility.