Conjuring Rain No. 2 Painting

Hiking in the foothills above my Santa Barbara home, a parched, drought stricken land, where clouds gather but no rain falls. I wished that I could "Conjure rain" nourish this land. Climate change hit home during our years of drought. In mid November I walked in the hills above Gaviota with a friend. Although a wash of low clouds portended rain, I simply felt, 7 years deep into a drought, that the sky was once again bluffing. A mist as gentle as eyelashes darkened the dust. Were we in a fog cloud or was this really rain? We could see the slim lines of a soft shower—rain. While hiking, a shift in the air was palpable as the plants gave up their scent. I inhaled eucalyptus, buckwheat, coyote brush, sage as the earth exhaled, releasing her pungent perfumes. Three weeks later I overnighted in Avila Beach. A storm was in the forecast. This time it was supposed to deliver. A sunless coat of grey erased the horizon, a sheet metal monoscape broken only by shoreline slashes of white foam. That evening I began a series of paintings, conjuring rain. I awoke before dawn to the sound of hard, steady downpour. Walking in the early morning, head turned skyward, the rain on my face, nose, fingertips, I felt like those thirsty plants in the parched Gaviota hills. Conjuring rain, to awaken the scent of a storm, to summon moisture and penetrate a sere land, to pour the most precious drink upon the dust. Water—the milk of the earth. —Winter Solstice 2015 I spilled liquid acrylic inks onto Stonehenge rag paper, and created "cloudscapes" I work on the floor, from all four sides of a piece, and allow the flow of materials help inform my final compositions. This is one of a series of six such paintings.

Painting:Acrylic on Paper

Original:One-of-a-kind Artwork

Size:50 W x 38 H x 0.1 D in

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