Corn near Sangerfield, watercolor on Arches cold press, approx 10"x 4."
This view isn't far from where I grew up and where my dad lives. When I was in central New York to see him a few weeks ago, the corn was fully tasselled and omnipresent; I stopped here the morning I drove because it's a favorite vista anyway, and this field of corn looked particularly lush. The roadside was filled with wildflowers: Queen Anne's lace, chicory, thistles, and when I stepped into it a cloud of grasshoppers rattled up, hopping onto stems a little further away. It was exactly the sort of summer-in-the-country moment I miss a lot, now that I live in a city, and I suppose that's one reason for the painting.
A few days ago I strained my back while gardening, and yesterday the muscles really unwound, as I'd feared they might. I can't take anti-inflammatories, so mostly I just have to wait things like this out, though I try to keep moving and do the gentle back exercises that work for me. I've noticed that when I'm feeling fragile I more apt to find myself doing realistic, detailed work -- this one's almost a miniature -- probably it's a way for me to feel like I'm in control of something. In any case, it seems to be therapeutic, and I was also more comfortable standing at my drawing table than anywhere else.
We went on a grocery-shopping trip yesterday afternoon too. On the way home we stopped at a favorite bakery and bought two chocolate-frosted, raised beignets (doughnuts): a treat that was worth the pain of being seated in the car. (It's not easy to get a good doughnut in Montreal, but this bakery's are great.) To hell with the diet...a refrain that was repeated in the evening over a gin and tonic. Therapy comes in many guises!