Sunday, April 24, 2011
Ouzel Rock, 8x10
I had never seen an American Dipper or Water Ouzel in action until the day this was painted. Perhaps I hadn't taken the time to notice, but this bird flits from rock to rock, stopping where there is lots of current. In a blink it dives from the rock into the torrent of water. Long seconds go by and you expect to see it re-emerge forty feet downstream pulling its battered body onto a rock. Instead, out it pops about 2 inches from where it went in, happy as an Ouzel.
It seems there are so many ways in this world to live a happy life, do your thing and not bother anyone.
This scene is just downstream from the view in the last post. I once saw a photo of a painting held up in front of a scene. It was difficult to distinguish the painting from the reality and for that the artist was proud. I admire that kind of skill but for me it's not the point. Reinterpreting and simplifying in a way that ignites an unspoken conversation with the eventual viewer is a goal I'd like to arrive at more frequently.
Those branches and the fallen tree in the background was a mass of complexity. If I did it right, that's what you feel and yet it is just a mass of color broken here and there by interesting paint strokes. It's an Ouzel thing.