Watercolor Painting: A Quest

                                   Watercolor Painting: A Quest

                              Guest Writer and Artist: Ken Fellows

               Years ago, I began an interest in watercolor art. Trying on my own, I wanted to paint more than anything. And I did.

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     I’ve now been painting for over 25 years. Before I started painting, I was a radiologist who spent nearly 40 years contemplating black/white images. My gray-scale discrimination is pretty good, and perhaps the reason my paintings feature the effects of lighting (a doctor colleague observed at one of my shows: “Well, Ken, I see you’re still dealing in shadows.”) 

Interpreting x-ray images requires subconsciously rejecting what is unimportant or extraneous and focusing on the unusual, the variant, and the arresting. The same holds true for painting. When I paint, I strive to isolate the essential and defining elements of a scene, leaving out the mundane or distracting. Art teachers instruct that what is left out of a painting is as important as what is included. Sometimes, deciding can be difficult; it complicates the pursuit of every new piece of art.

     A revered local artist, Dewitt Hardy, was my favorite teacher. He was a master watercolor painter. His criticism of my work was that my paintings were often “too graphic.” Other people have observed, not always admiringly, that “your work looks like a photo.” I offer no defense, unintentional as my style may be.

     I often use personal photos as a reference for a painting, but I’ve studied and sketched most scenes on-site before attempting the final rendition. Any photos only help when back in my studio, to recall the ambient light and shadows. Everything else –the objects, shapes, proportions, and colors are candidates for exclusion or change.

     Whatever viewers think about my work, if it’s in a show, it has already passed my severest critics—my artist/wife, Kristin; my photographer/daughter, Hannah; and my grandchild, Ella (who invariably recommends, “Grandpa, not enough color”). They have discerning eyes and good judgment. If they disapprove, the public never gets to see the work.

The number of my paintings invited to public shows is over 70. I’ve been very fortunate to find this a gratifying ‘2nd act’ in my life. Even though many of my paintings have sold, I’ve never kept track of how many. It’s also been a pleasure to gift a number to friends, family members, and fellow artists. Like most artists, I live with the fact that after I’m gone, a number of my creations will eventually be relegated to scrap piles.

     The real joy and contentment I derive from my painting come from the satisfaction it provides and the mindfulness and contentment the process creates. Most sessions of painting are as mentally beneficial as the best times of meditating or the hours spent together with good friends and loved ones.

How fortunate I’ve been to have stumbled on the joys and rewards of painting with watercolors.

Ken Fellows

Joanna Seibert joannaseibert.com

 

 

                                                                                        

 

                                                                                                         

 

 

 

 

           

 

 

 

             

 

 

De Waal: The Trinity in Celtic Spirituality

De Waal: The Trinity in Celtic Spirituality

“If I am estranged from myself, then I am also estranged from others too. It is only as I am connected to my own core that I am connected to others.”—Esther de Waal in Living with Contradiction: An Introduction to Benedictine Spirituality (Morehouse, 1997).

Esther de Waal in Living Church

Esther de Waal’s writings make the Benedictine and Celtic way of life accessible to us. It is a life where we learn about ourselves through relationships with others, nature, and daily life in the world around us. This life requires almost constant prayer, a connection to God, and an awareness of each precious moment, as well as our connection to the world around us.

De Waal reminds us how easy it is to walk or drive, rushing from task to task without any awareness of the people we pass by in our paths. All too often, instead of silently sending love to them, we make snap judgments and label them based on their appearance or clothing.

I am indebted to de Waal for one more book on Celtic spirituality, The Celtic Way of Prayer: The Recovery of the Religious Imagination. I was rereading her chapter on Celtic prayers about the Trinity as we prepare for Trinity Sunday. She reminds us of the Celtic tradition of placing three drops of water on an infant’s forehead immediately after birth to remind us that the Trinity is now indwelling in the infant.

In the Celtic tradition, the Trinity is a natural part of the daily songs and prayers at work, and is praised through the changing seasons. The day of Celtic life begins with splashing three handfuls of water on the face in the name of the Trinity. The day ends as the embers of the household fire are spread evenly on the hearth in a circle divided into three equal sections, with a square of peat laid between each. This is called the Hearth of the Three. A woman then closes her eyes, stretches out her hand, and softly sings this prayer:

The sacred Three

“To save,

To shield,

To surround,

The hearth,

The household,

This eve,

This night,

Oh! this eve,

This night,

And every night,

Each single night.

Amen.”—Carmina Gadelica I, “The Trinity” in The Celtic Way of Prayer (Doubleday, 1997).

De Waal describes what she has learned from the Celtic Trinitarian tradition: “It allows me to be at ease with a mystery that no longer threatens, but supports, refreshes, and strengthens me.”

The Threeness and connectedness of the Trinity also remind me of an anonymous prayer, sometimes attributed to William Blake—but sounds so Celtic:

      “I sought my God;

      My God I could not see.

      I sought my soul

      My soul eluded me.

      I sought my brother

      And I found all three.”

Joanna. https://www.joannaseibert.com/

 

 

 

 

One Race

One Race

Stafford We are One Race

Guest Writer Mary Ann Stafford

There is only one race on this earth – the human race.

We’re all human beings created by the same true God.

We may have different kinds of hair, eye color, skin color,

Speech, customs, religions, but we are more alike than different.

Our bodies work the same way – digestion, senses, pain.

We feel in the same ways – love, fear, anger, humiliation.

Differences are because of location, climate, culture, condition,

And these are what happens to us after birth.

 

At our birth, we are the same tiny creatures.

Our parents look upon us with either love or disgust,

We could be born into wealth and grandeur and

Never have a financial worry in the world, or

We could be born into severe poverty with no stable home

In a war-ravaged world, and never able to feel secure.

These differences are of the world, of the devil, of circumstances

Over which we have little or no control.

 

So why do we look down on others who are not as fortunate as us?

We disrespect them, consider them inferior or unwelcome?

We turn against them, fight them, despise them, and enter groups

To work against them, hurt them, commit genocide.

They are our brothers and sisters, and we should treat them as such.

We are all part of the human race, God’s creation

No matter shape, ability, circumstances, or appearance.

But then, our hubris gets in the way.

Mary Ann Stafford pastelanne@sbcglobal.net

Joanna Seibert joannaseibert.com https://www.joannaseibert.com/