Art Retreat 2013
|silvery morning concert|
My Annual Art Retreat for 2013 is complete. It’s sad and yet exciting for now I move forward with everything I discovered. I’m never disappointed by what shows up in God’s creation and it is always something different.
I try to get out of my routine while here. . . .stay up a little later, sleep a little later, mix-up my meal times, give myself permission to be. I read scripture, art books and magazines, research books and previous notes from past retreats and make new notes in my journal of discoveries. I sketch and take notes in my sketch book and make painting sketches for future works.
I’m grateful I have a good imagination for that also plays into my time. I walk the beach in the morning and evening without my camera until the last day. On that day I record those inspirations I discovered the previous days. This year I discovered the Songs of the Sea.
In high school I learned to love music partly because of my concert band instructor and his passion for excellence in music. I played the clarinet and competed with my best friend for first chair, a position I managed to sustain for awhile. I learned discipline in practicing and study of scores of music and the language of sheet music. Those memories came back to me this week.
|bright afternoon concert|
I imagined the ocean in concert with all its parts complementing one another: the roaring forte of the ocean as a whole; the crescendo undulating rhythm of the splish-splashing white caps, the leisurely adagio water coming forward to the shore with the final pianissimo cadence of the foam swishing onto my toes. I don’t know that I ever played Mendelssohn’s Songs Without Words but that’s what I imagined the ocean to be playing; a song without words.
I've posted just a few photos for your enjoyment of some of my discoveries. Stay tuned as I try to put on canvas a series that may be titled: Songs of the Sea; an anthem. (listen to Mendelssohn's Songs Without Words Op 19 No 1 (Gortier) on www.youtube.com
Then there were the other whimsical discoveries I always find. It was a delightful three days of refreshment and inspiration. I'm so grateful
|Henry Moore sculpture|