hiddencorner (52K)
"Hidden Corner"

11" x 14" - oil/canvas

Private Collection

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From the Oil Painter's Journal:

Hidden Corner
Yesterday fits of light rain were inevitable but I always get excited about stormy weather (if you don't: see Winslow Homer) as long as my palette doesn't get too wet and turn my oils into emulsions. The overcast skies, tent-lighting to photographers, bring out the intensity of colors and I've been waiting for a chance to paint the pink rosa ragosa flowers that are out early in the summer.

There is a pond out in the open in Woods Hole that goes unnoticed because it lies parallel to Nobska Beach. And like the pond, I was also upstaged by the view of the Sound as the few people who pulled up to the parking area didn't notice me painting a few feet away on the wrong side of the street. Wherever the Magician directs your attention look the other way or you will miss the trick. And so in the corner of this pond I found my sand flowers against a tapestry of many-hued greens. And whoever says about landscape painting, "Argh! Green green green!" is like the person whispering in your ear that there are mirrors involved when this time it really is magic.

I was careful to sit far enough away from the poison ivy so the wind wouldn't brush the plant against my back if I leaned back for a head-tilt but placed my french easel right in the stuff because you just can't paint outdoors on a canvas unless it's back lit. Half-way into the painting something scurried across the path under my stool, probably a chipmunk or a mouse, and I wondered how long he had been watching before he made a break for it or whether he didn't notice me at all as sometimes happens when you're sitting still for periods of time outdoors.

Then I remembered that a family friend had recently become seriously ill from a minuscule deer tick's bite and only hundreds of yards away from this very spot where I sit exposed and I realized that, yes, I too have a little itch in my sock. And another on the back of my neck. And it reminded me of the time in my portrait painting group when I noticed (during the break) that I had the bull's eye rash on my knee, the tell-tale sign of the dreaded Lyme's disease. The mark inspired much concern from my fellow painters until we resumed the pose and I realized the red spot was the result of the pressure of a non-toxic crossed leg. But eventually the mind stops wandering even if the wind doesn't and the hours quickly pass.

©2006 DOUG RUGH. Artwork may not be reproduced without permission.