The New Year dawns grey and soft over the marshes of Georgia, with wood storks sailing high and exquisite little American Goldfinches rushing to feast on the sunflower seeds in the feeders. 2014 - it starts beautifully and gently. Today is one version of the wide marshland world, but the memory of so many others underpins today's views.
|The Golden Marshes|
It is one of those times when art is more a concept than an action: there do not seem to be enough hours in the day to paint or draw at the moment, But that will change as everything in life comes in cycles. It is a time instead to reach out to other artists, to seek opportunities to share with others the art that I have created in past months and years. That aspect of being an artist is full of fascinations and rewards too: some of my most delightful friends are fellow artists, some of whom I only know via the Internet and telephone. But their art is eloquent and tells of their inner soul.
Thinking ahead to the New Year and art endeavours is always exciting - an Artist Residency in Portugal ahead, perhaps others in France if I get accepted, landscapes to celebrate in paint, silverpoint drawings to develop. Always with the thought that nature, in its wonder and diversity, is the lodestar of my art, for I never tire of its incredible detail and grandiose complexity. Perhaps the thought of enormous climatic changes impending lends urgency to my desire to celebrate the natural world around me that I know and love so deeply.
|Mallorcan landscape, watercolour, Jeannine Cook|
|Mallorcan Mountains, watercolour, Jeannine Cook|
Somehow, it seems part of an appropriate New Year toast to my friends and my fellow artists as I wish everyone Molts d'Anys, Happy New Year!