Who hasn't been fascinated at one time or another, by running water? Here's a view of the Pootatuck River in Sandy Hook, as it runs under Church Hill Road. On a September noon, autumn leaves tumbling along in the currents, my attention was caught by a mossy triangular rock and the light glinting off the rippling surface of the water. There was so much color in the silky undulations. How safe and comfortable the green rock appeared. This is a study of the scene, preparation for a much larger painting that I intend to make.
Thinking back to the last painting "Context is Everything" I wonder where I am, in context to other painters. How do I fit into the overall picture? Artistically, am I tumbling along like a drowned leaf? Am I riding on the surface, shooting the rapids of events? Am I stuck on a cozy island not going anywhere particular?
- Nancy Boudreau