William Theodore Van Doren. Stony Point, Albemarle County, Va. Oil on paper, 16 x 20.
The trees stood all day in the light just as if they were real.
The sky talked a blue streak. I mean, it would not stop.
When I looked to the mountains in the west, I could have sworn my vision framed the borders of something and I was standing in the middle of it, and not at the very outer edge of something else.
I acted accordingly. For the most part. Then, as I was painting, I realized I wanted to try to catch something that was whirling away from me, just outside the frame. I couldn’t tell what it was, so, as usual, I guessed.
What we see is always an approximation between here and there. You could say that’s neither here nor there. I would agree but it doesn’t stop me from trying to put it all together.