Rain, rain, go away!
Come again another day. We’ve had more than our share of rain lately. Some areas of Indiana received nearly 12" of the wet stuff. We were stuck in Fishers, Indiana at the Indiana Festival at Conner Prairie when the storm hit. The tent held up and the artwork survived, though the show was canceled Saturday. Sunday was beastly hot and windy, sales were not great.
After packing up, we headed home only to be met with roads that were closed due to flooding or damage. We meandered through back roads, witnessing flooded homes and barns and washed out fields. At last we made it home to our house, perched safely on a hill above the waters that had finally receded from the road. We were grateful to be safe, to know our family and neighbors were safe, but much sobered by the things we had seen and the knowledge that many had had so much damage to deal with and that some had lost their lives. Not for 100 years had Indiana seen such a flood.
The last few days have been beautiful, blue sky sunny days. After the rain and storms, I just want to soak up that blueness. Looking around at the paintings I’ve done, I realize I’m very drawn to that blue sky—it’s just filled with such hope and joy, though I suppose some people might think it’s odd to equate the color blue with happiness. It’s no wonder it keeps showing up in my art, I guess it’s my way of sharing the elation I find in that expanse—one blue sky above us—as Pete Seger says. My brother once commented that I must go through a lot of blue paint—I suppose I do, just spreading the love!