Sunday, July 05, 2015

My Studio

The high desert terrain stretched all around me as far as the eye could see—rolling hills dotted by short, round, Pinon and Juniper trees, with mountains in the distances and a vast cloud strewn sky above. Waving my hand, I proclaimed, “This is my studio!”

Yesterday I drove to a familiar place along the Rio Grande River between Taos and Santa Fe, New Mexico. I have painted the landscape there in all seasons except winter. This day, the clouds were rolling low over the mountains that rose from either side of the narrow gorge, and I had to wait until a light rain shower ended. The air was perfect and I made my oil painting, standing on the river bank. After I was done, I put on my bathing suit, marched up stream and waded into the rapidly flowing water. Soon I was floating, bouncing over rocks in the shallow area and then drifting free in the deeper part of the river. When I returned to my van, I looked around and gave thanks for such a wonderful studio and a beautiful life to experience.
My studio in New Zealand

My studio atop a camel in Morocco

My studio in Chiang Mai, Thailand     
My studio in Paris, France

My studio in the Serengeti, Tanzania

My studio in Kashmir     

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