Sunday, September 13, 2009


I took this picture of meadow and sky early one morning before the mist had completely lifted. It is the simplest of compositions, really just two shapes and some delicate vertical lines. I like that there is not much color. Because of this, I keep looking at the variety within the grasses and flowers. It may seem something of a stretch, but in this scene I see some of the same elements that appeal to me in Mark Rothko's work. His paintings seem very simple, often just one or two rectangles floating on a field of color. The edges of his shapes are somewhat ambiguous. They feather out into the background, like mist. When you look closer at his big shapes, they reveal themselves as having many subtle layers of color and texture, worthy of study and meditation. Like at a field of summer grasses and flowers.