Started as a live-painting at Georgetown’s annual 4th of July parade down historic Main Street—a year when I wasn’t feeling celebratory but instead feeling a great deal of fear—this waterscape started to take shape. As I painted each figure, I meditated on all of the ways we each are experiencing this season and how despite so much uncertainty, life goes on. Children fill buckets with rocks, books are devoured, sodas are sipped and bellies grow bigger with babies or perhaps another slice of strawberry pie. This became a love letter to all of the extraordinary days we mistake as ordinary. And a wish for us all plenty of days like that.
The title comes from “Saturday in the Park” by Chicago:
“Slow motion riders, fly the colors of the day
A bronze man, still can tell stories his own way
Listen children all is not lost
All is not lost, oh no, no”
Acrylic and oil pastels; 36×48” gallery-wrapped canvas. Shipping will be invoiced or free local pickup.
Started as a live-painting at Georgetown’s annual 4th of July parade down historic Main Street—a year when I wasn’t feeling celebratory but instead feeling a great deal of fear—this waterscape started to take shape. As I painted each figure, I meditated on all of the ways we each are experiencing this season and how despite so much uncertainty, life goes on. Children fill buckets with rocks, books are devoured, sodas are sipped and bellies grow bigger with babies or perhaps another slice of strawberry pie. This became a love letter to all of the extraordinary days we mistake as ordinary. And a wish for us all plenty of days like that.
The title comes from “Saturday in the Park” by Chicago:
“Slow motion riders, fly the colors of the day
A bronze man, still can tell stories his own way
Listen children all is not lost
All is not lost, oh no, no”
Acrylic and oil pastels; 36×48” gallery-wrapped canvas. Shipping will be invoiced or free local pickup.
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