This painting exudes Americana to me. Perhaps it’s that Wild West Cowboy movie vibe of the northwestern states; but everything about it inevitably causing you to feel a slew of juxtaposed feelings at once; but primarily feeling so small and so free.
Most of my midwestern travels have encompassed the southwest; not the northwest. Although it is forever captivating and every fall I begin to daydream about a ski trip to Jackson Hole.
There is something so comforting and appealing about the Fall; looking up and suddenly seeing the tawny sunshine hit the world around you again. The olivey grass smells like it's savoring it's last luscious moments.
Georgia O’Keefe was an artist I was loosely familiar with before high school. My grandmother loved the flowers she painted. When I studied her, there was something very appealing about her paired down forms and very chic shapes. I loved her break from the expected path of her time when she went west and began depicting the scenery she loved in a way only she could capture. What an American thing to do!
Fall is one of those times of year, that you may spend time anxiously awaiting; only to realize it’s here all of a sudden. While Fall isn’t my favorite time of year, I love each season individually- like they claim parents love children.
Nathanial Hawthorn is another great American mind that hit me like a splash of cold water when I read him. His uncanny ability to capture the truth. I slowly grasped, throughout my literary education, that this, in fact, was why they were called the the great classic writers- because they grasped universal truth.
Each speaking it from their own perspective, both Nathaniel Hawthorn and Georgia O’Keefe open up the caverns of the human soul the way that a great American landscape has the capacity to do; showcasing how small and how free we are.
The 2020 Calendar is coming out in just a few short days! Make sure to pop in on the 16th and purchase yours! I can’t wait to send them out to you!