oil on canvas 30" x 40"
“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes
but in having new eyes”. Marcel Proust
Rather than conform to cultural notions of beauty, it is far more rewarding to allow oneself to wander freely in the visual chaos and struggle to find form or understanding. In this pursuit beauty will appear as if by magic. This place is in a wooded spot near a creek, not a mile from my home. Ordinary and overgrown, most likely a pathway cut by deer going down to the creek, it just attracted my attention and I can't really say why. That's how it works best, almost an unconscious selecting -
I guess just my way of going about "having new eyes".