I lived in Santa Fe, New Mexico, painting away, the year before I got married, and often traveled the roads of the northern part of the state by car or bicycle for the pure love of discovering this amazing new natural beauty. Pursuing my painting vocation, those landscape views seen first-hand fueled my love of color and light that stays with me today.
At some point I realized that I could not paint from photographs I took on the road, that never did justice to the real life places. So I eventually crossed over to learning to commit a scene or place very loosely to memory. This is liberating for a painter like me who is inspired by imagination after the likes of artists before me like Chagall, Klee and Dufy.
I you are a new artist, you may begin to notice the paintings you find intriguing, time after time, amidst all the hundreds of images you study, maybe in art school or on your own. This painting below, by Paul Klee is one I do love to see time and time again. Now, all these years later, I realize how I was drawn to his sense of color and value explorations.
If a painter imagines a place or a city out within the vast country of mountains and forests, why not bring it to a canvas or image in paints? I mimic the colors of nature. I love her harmony and light, and great surprises happening so often out here in my vantage point of Niwot Colorado. I am blessed to see it, envision, and then paint what I see in my mind’s eye.
This collage is about my love of New Mexico, Colorado, and my girl friend Judy, who is the most hospitable person in Santa Fe, and a dear friend from college days at CU in Boulder. We lost track of each other for many years and then reunited a decade later when I asked myself, “why did my friend Judy go to Santa Fe and never looked back?” I hit the road on an adventure in my little red Fiat. (FIAT = Fix It All The Time, said my dear brother-in-law Gary, who kept me on the roads. I love you, Gary!)
Judy showed me her Santa Fe. We visited all the galleries on Canyon Road and walked the Alameda river trek, up and down. It was glorious September, and the frosty mornings amidst the golden outdoor leaves called homes to stoke fireplaces with pinion wood, creating the enticing aroma of early fall kiva surroundings of warmth. Kitchens went back to cooking pots of red and green chili dishes to warm the soul. Pretty much heaven to me.
When I set out the words, “Step Into My Dream”, I am hoping to share a vision with people that respond to art, and color. My Dream is about cultivating a new life, every day, that starts with joys of my past and hopes for the future.
What is your Dream? The dream that is yours alone?
We are all unique people possessing something special to give, first to figure out on our own, and then maybe to share with others if we feel called to do that.
It gives me joy to hear back from those who do love color and images that might evoke feelings of warmth and inspiration. What inspires you?
The color palette of Northern New Mexico is one worth exploring for students interested in becoming what some might call a “colorist”. Perhaps I can help with that effort in some way.