Those Woods

The woods rise as a wall of deep and bright shades of green beyond the field. These are woods we don’t walk in, beyond the boundary of the place we rent. Today the fields here have been cut and the grass lies low in rows and so the woods wall looks especially awesomely mysterious and tall. We have no idea what’s in there. The depths within could hold terrors, or errors. Mutations, or salutations. A yoga class. A crystal palace. It’s nice to look at a wall of woods every day and never know anything about it.

Recently Buried Treasure – Sunset, Friday, 25 May 2012

William Van Doren, RECENTLY BURIED TREASURE. Sunset from Stony Point, Albemarle County, Va. Oil on watercolor block, 13 x 19.

A narrative of tonight’s sunset here.

Red Circular

William Van Doren, oil on gessoed 140# watercolor paper, 8 x 10, 2012.

Green Land – Sunset, Thursday, 24 May 2012

William Van Doren, GREEN LAND. Sunset from Stony Point, Albemarle County, Va. Oil on watercolor block, 13 x 19.

Purplesynthesis

William Van Doren, PURPLESYNTHESIS. Oil on gessoed 140# watercolor paper, 6 x 9, 2012.

Feng Shui (or, Facing Ourselves)

The bench is in the wrong part of the yard for us to want to sit in it – out in the left front corner, all in shade, a dampish sort of place and with tree litter everywhere around it. It sits diagonally across the corner, facing the front porch. It’s also in the perfect part of the yard, because we never sit there. From the front porch, it’s a way to imagine ourselves sitting on a bench.