Still Life on My Deck
24 x 48
Oil
850.00
What is your favorite time of the day?
Do you love sunrise surprises? Do you enjoy the noon hours white
light?
Or the early evening hours with their glorious sunsets?
June 21st holds the honor of being the longest
day of the year. In my neck of the woods
(Wasilla, Alaska), that day provides us with twenty hours of daylight. This extravagant length of hours
seems
to slow time and confuses our understanding of morning, noon, and night.
It’s been my tradition is to stay up all night on this Summer Solstice. I’ve heard it said that Alaska is an insomniac’s paradise. Suffering from a bit of insomnia myself,
I can attest to the difficulty of trying to put oneself to
bed when the sun is still shining.
On the solstice, I don’t even try.
My personal favorite
time of the day this time of the year has always been the window of
magic
hours from 10:30 p.m. to midnight. The sun goes down slowly during this
period,
displaying a long and glorious sunset. The light remains in a suspended state somewhere
between day and night.
Old Sol hovers just behind the horizon, casting a filtered light of lavender as a
Prussian-blue sky and crimson shadows give the scene an otherworldly glow.
I often sit quietly in my secret garden next to my lake carefully observing the various elements of my surroundings. Because I am an artist, I mentally translate the colors I see into pigments and am inspired to attempt to capture the essence of what I am experiencing. At these moments I think of something Vincent Van Gough wrote to his brother, Theo: "One of the most beautiful things by the painters of this century has been the painting
of darkness that is still
color.” I feel like one of those artists as I sit and contemplate how to
capture
the magic of the midnight sun onto canvas—how to paint the darkness
that still has color.
For now, I’m content to enjoy the midnight sun, as soon enough
it will be night most of the day.
But the long winter’s night is magical, as
well. Oh, the sights you can see: the Milky Way, the aurora,
nighttime so
clear and clean you can see planets and galaxies with the naked eye!
Sunrises, sunsets,
and bliss, “oh my.”
At the Winter Solstice (the shortest day of the year), it’s my
tradition to remain snuggled in my
new flannel pajamas all day long, no
matter what. Tradition is a cozy thing.
Blessed Solstice to Everyone |
