Lunch at Norma’s, Nisqually; photographer, Ken Schiring
I paint out of gratitude for—
a tangle of wild grasses, with harmony of color and shape;
trees standing against the sky, clutching the ground, energy thrusting up;
a road, a path—purpose;
a wave lifting—power;
someone or something alone—saying I am;
a place, a gathering of harmonies, striking a key and a chord.
Early in the nineties. I was sitting on a wild beach on Vancouver Island, drawing a wave about to crash. And I thought, I only really get down to work when I’m on holiday—and it takes a week to get my hand in again. That is stupid. I will get up at four and paint until six.
And I’ve done that ever since.
c. Lee Schiring; pen and wash