In my essay, Angel Wing; An Illustrated Meditation on Nature Immersion, I mentioned Morris Mountain, with a picture of part of it.
If you’ve been following this blog, you’ve heard of Nuala, the non-resident Balsamean. She has been learning watercolor painting. She liked Morris Mountain enough to invest in it. Below is the photo, and her painted rendition, which is framed under glass in my bathroom with two old favorite photos. Thanks again, Nuala.
I’m glad to have another original piece in this little house. I have a massive collection of photos of art in all media throughout the ages on my computer, but very little original art in the house. There are a few nice prints that my parents gave me ages ago. There are some framed photos, all mine except one forest scene from a friend.
The dominant piece is a painting by another watercolor student, Vivian Smithwick, that she framed and gave me as a gift 43 years ago in Portsmouth, Virginia. Still in the same frame. I doubt she’s still painting. If she is, she would have to be well over a hundred years old. She left me better than she found me.
Now I have a second original painting, from the early works of the only person who can ever be a non-resident Balsamean. If she made the picture with crayons and the skill of a three year old, I’d cherish it as much or more. (No offense to three year olds.)
You may think a bathroom is an odd home for a cherished watercolor, but think more. It hangs in the most conspicuous place of all the walls in the house. It is above the primary bath towel bar, across from the toilet, beside the shower. It gets a lot of viewer “hits.” No, bathroom moisture won’t hurt it. It’s sealed under glass.
I’ll insert the picture below as intensive practice for learning not to care what people think of me, for Nuala’s sake:
I am not jaded by all the years of looking at these two other pictures, old photos. They are more than pictures. They are moments, situations, experiences, people.
The new painting is all of that plus relationships with nature and with a person, the longest sustained, continually positive and productive human relationship of any kind I’ve had in my adult life.