Crawling Tree 3

Crawling Tree 3, a photo by I_N on Flickr.

This painting seems to be ending.So I think I'd better get started on another. Maybe this time the cycloptic arboropods are in the hey day of the culture. Flying genetically altered box kites over a pasture with those ancient god heads presiding over the scene. Or maybe the god heads are holding the kite strings in their teeth, while the arboropod frolic. Frolic, no not frolic; that is one the of wishy washyiest words there is. Could be the arboropods are in a trance, or dancing, or in a trance dance at a prophetic gathering - conjuring up visions of a happy future. Ha! how wrong they are.

Last bit of the hay barn

Last bit of the hay barn, a photo by I_N on Flickr.

This is keystone of my summer. After it comes down, summer will be over. The hot days of waiting for the pool to be open, mornings pulling nails till the sun gets to me, nights that the bugs make all that sound. Winter will be the time of meticulous doings, of dark nights the wind plays an that unholy symphony, days when you leave the stew pot on low - and stand close. All that will be left of that barn will be a battered concrete foundation on the tell, covered with drifts, and frost heaved out of perpendicular. Oh ya and there the wood, I saved it - so - if ya be needing any old oak barn wood, tell me.

Cloud watching

Cloud watching, a photo by I_N on Flickr.

There’s corn, then to break it up, beans. Variety is the stuff of life. Oh I forgot The clouds.

Under the Surface

Spacetah, a photo by I_N on Flickr.

Is where they first took root. The seeds shot from a distant place and over a great amount of time, landed in a well timed piece of choreography, that spread them onto the most fertile places on the host planet. It took more time than is easy to imagine for the first tube like, liquid filters to evolve from the virus that was the seed.

Via Flickr:
Plant life in a very different place.

Crawling Tree 3 5972

Crawling Tree 3 5972, a photo by I_N on Flickr.

This painting has been stuck at this stage for about three weeks. Many things have impeded it's momentum, spring break, nice weather, back problems. Those are all just excuses that have little traction slowing this thing up. The real problem is that the subject matter of this painting is gloomy. Conceived in the dark days of winter it no longer seems to be relevant in the spring, it's harsh.