Moon-day Morning, early dark slightly lifting. The first day of daylight saving time. I sleepily shuffle through the kitchen, coffee mug in hand and open the curtains of the south east window of my front room gallery. I look out to find a crescent moon flirting with a cloudy sky, casting just enough light against them to create a dramatic, changing scene of illumination within the surrounding blackness. I'm painting it in my mind.
My thoughts turn to the comfort of familiarity. The countless phases of the moon, the sun's rise and setting, the consistency of their daily orbits, ties us together in a familiar human experience on this particular planet. We humans watch in tireless awe at the ever changing, creative patterns they paint in their travels, day and night.
No matter how much we insist on our separateness, our countries, customs, languages and borders, the moon rises and brings us all out to stare at the night sky, as it dances in an arc with the stars. The sun rises to chase the moon and darkness into another night far away until it sinks again to follow the moon's trail. The familiar play needs no translation. It brings our human condition together in oneness.
One night, as a full moon appeared among an amazing array of popcorn like clouds, I snapped a photo as the moon drifted through them, the clouds misting and reforming into a shape I saw as a wolf leaping over it. The inspiration to paint that scene resulted in "Over the Moon", #4 in my wolf series, completing it. Here is my wall of wolves, where I like to sit and watch the morning unfold.
The sky has lightened now into pale shades of blue and yellow with a hint of pink on the horizon, while a heavy bank of billowy dark clouds move in against it, promising rain. The crescent moon stands alone now, waiting for the sun to show it's face before moving on. A new day dawns.
Let nature inspire your creativity with abandon – the patterns are endless.