the history of inspiration... or more like the history of my inspiration for my paintings
When my mom was growing up, her family would take lots of road trips. No airplanes, no trains. Just tons of time in the car. My family did the same... well, not quite the same as my mom has some interesting stories of long non-stop road trips and ours were more leisurely with lots of pit stops along the way.
Every year the four of us would hop in the car (a rust colored two door VW Rabbit, mind you) and drive to our vacation spot, usually just a state or two away. As my brother and I got older (and we got a VW Jetta), our trips would be longer and we visited Washington D.C., New York, Boston, and Canada.
I loved looking out the window watching the landscapes change. This is where I get most of my inspiration. Looking at landscapes that may be completely new to me, or that may be something I hadn't noticed before. Watching towns come and go. Looking for rivers and streams that flirt with the road. Mountains that hide beautiful green valleys waiting to be discovered in the next turn.
This is how I get most of the images for my paintings. Sometimes it's from a walk or a hike when the landscape goes by a little slower and I can soak it in even more. But for the most part, my landscapes come from road trips exploring new parts of the country.
I totally agree. I wish I went to Governor's Island while I was there. I remember always looking at it while on the ferry to work the first year we met.
Winter's Line is from Hoboken. Looking out over the Hudson River to another part of the river front.
Is that pic you used for Winter Line of Governor's Island? I still regret not ever going over there while I was in NY. Also, I miss NY. And you.
ReplyDeleteI totally agree. I wish I went to Governor's Island while I was there. I remember always looking at it while on the ferry to work the first year we met.
DeleteWinter's Line is from Hoboken. Looking out over the Hudson River to another part of the river front.
I miss NY. And you. Too.