Painting Mountains
The mountains are driving me crazy, and they’re not done being created. They never are… mountains constantly reinvent themselves, moving skyward, retreating into their own, slowly crumbling to the ground, resting…
Maybe this is why they are so difficult to paint.
Or maybe, it is because they are so similar to our kind. The artist formerly known as Nathan told me today “when you think you’re ready to tackle it, just wait until you start painting people. We’re tough fuckers to paint.” I want to think that I hold mountains in such reverance that I can’t stop painting these ones until I get them right… then again, I know I never will. Then again, these mountains wouldn’t exist without me…
Maybe we need to apply this thought process past the concept of art.
We live in a naturally artistic world, and all we have to do is keep it up. We’re not even responsible for creating it… we just take that upon ourselves. The fact of the matter is this: nobody has ever painted anything more beautiful than nature… but our depicitions may indeed be more beautiful than the world we leave for our children if we are not thoughtful in our movements…
Mountains take too long to paint.
