This all may seem a little random, a gathering of thoughts.
Color...at least two times in my life it's become a memory.
The first was in Italy; in the Cathedral in Florence Italy, the Duomo di Firenze, there was a section of the Cathedral with all blue stained glass. Or maybe it is just the way I remember it.
Blue light.
The second is more recent, the creeks and rivers in Northern California and along the road from Crescent City California to Grants Pass Oregon this spring. How green they were as we were driving through.
A living, thriving, moving green.
At the end of the lecture Alice Oswald gives called "Interview with Water" she says, "What fascinates me about the surface of water is that it isn't just surface, you can see through it."
Water, and I would add, glass.
A surface you can see through.
Glass made with fire.
Glass that is liquid at high temperatures.
Two soil/ochre pigments that I worked with today. Using water and gum from the cherry tree.The darker pigment is from my garden and the more yellow from California, soil that nurtures redwood trees.
Ochre will change color with heat.
Thinking about the importance of place for me.
How color is a part of place.
How memory alters.
I love how my hand, reflected in the window, becomes more visible in this layered image.