I have been driving around this gorgeous mesa that slopes south-west here in south-west Colorado. I’m sloping south-west too, these days. Continuously cursing myself for not having brought a camera, I’ve gone round thinking–that! that! I want to paint that! And I have these grand Georgia-O’Keefe/Frida Khalo fantasies. (BTW: Did you see that recent film?? What Dreck!! So insultingly saccharine! It was on the other night and I could not sit through it.) Right. So, me and my non-Hollywood fantasies.
Right after I got here I bought a small set of oils, some decent but inexpensive brushes, a canvas board and mineral spirits. But I didn’t go out. That’s right, I procrastinated until the very second to last day here. But I did, indeed, go out, to what has a become my favorite stretch of Rimrock road. I sat in the dirt, cleaned my brushes on cow-grass and rock, and tryed to express what I was seeing.
I think it’s pretty awful, but I’m posting it anyway.