My aunt and uncle visited recently, and with them came a flood of memories of summers spent with my Grandaddy Scharff on his boat on Pickwick Lake.
Learning to water-ski. Swimming and jumping off waterfalls. Lazing on the water all day, jumping off a friend’s houseboat, eating at the lodge, sleeping up in the bow of Grandaddy’s boat. Those long summer days when there was nowhere else you needed to be.
Not long afterward, I spent a day in the studio experimenting with paint, working back into an old discard on handmade paper, and trying a new glazing medium. This little painting emerged.
I hadn’t set out to paint those memories, but something about its warm sky, deep green water, and weathered layers feels connected to them. I’m calling it Summers at Pickwick.
“Summers at Pickwick”
8″x8″ mixed media on handcrafted paper
$100 show or in-person price
It’s been a difficult week, and it felt good to be in the studio. Maybe that’s one of the gifts of making things: sometimes we don’t have to know what we’re looking for. We just have to show up and see what finds us.
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