Posts Tagged ‘abstract landscape painting’
Keeping in Touch with Your Roots
With the rapid urbanization taking place around the globe it can be difficult to preserve our vision of nature. Few of us have the opportunity to live in areas that have rich wildlife and scenic landscapes. One of the easiest ways to satisfy your desire to experience the wilderness or countryside is through artwork.
As citizens from rural communities continue to migrate to cities, it can be therapeutic to maintain a connection with the country. A landscape oil painting is an easy way to quench your nostalgic thirst for home, but don’t think you need to go out and spend hundreds of dollars on a professional piece. When I find myself longing for the pastoral pleasures of home, I pull out my art supplies and create my own landscape. Not only does this help squelch my homesickness, I also get a sense of accomplishment and ownership through the piece.
Pat
My sister, Pat, and her husband, Jim, live on a 15 acre tract of land that is heavily wooded and gently rollng. It is a beautiful area with squirrels, birds, and sometimes deer and other wild life. They also have a pond, about 1/3 acre in size, which is home to frogs, turtles, fish and other critters.
A few years ago I did a large abstract landscape painting of the pond and entitled it, of course, Pat’s Pond. Now, it proudly hangs in their living room for all to enjoy.
Illinois
The land along I 74 in Illinois,where I am traveling, is very flat. Years ago, the glacier smoothed it and left it in wonderful condition for growing corn, wheat, beans and anything else one would care to plant – and trees here and there. Only along he rivers can one find thickly wooded areas. As one who does abstract landscape painting, I am thoroughly enjoying the fluffy deciduous trees, scatterred with abandon across the land.
Also, along my travels are some wonderful names like Galesburg (why not Tornadoville or Stormburg?), home of poet Carl Sandburg, Spoon River, Knoxville, Peoria, Normal, Bloomington, Le Roy, Mahomet, Lake of the Woods, Champaign, Ogden, Fithian, and Danville. I wonder who named those places.
Getting Back to My Roots
Much of my childhood was spent on a rural ranch in the middle of the great state of Wyoming. You could drive for miles in any direction without seeing a soul, which was somewhat frustrating as an adolescent. As you can imagine, as soon as I was old enough I packed up my belongings and headed west in search of a more fast-paced lifestyle.
Now that I’ve lived in a metropolis for over a decade, I find myself pining for the pastoral pleasures of my homeland. When I was younger, I never imagined that I would be homesick for the amber waves of grain, but lo and behold, I am. I expressed my yearning for the Wyoming scenery to my parents, and they recently mailed a painting of landscape to satiate my desires.