Painting & Memories
Winter Is the Perfect Palette
How do you hold on to amazing memories of things you’ve seen and places you’ve been?
I wonder about that question often. When I think about the time I spend thinking about those really great memories, sometimes I’m sitting in traffic; it might be right before I’m falling asleep at night; or while I’m washing the dishes. All that time really adds up, now that I’m thinking about it (which just added more time ☺). I feel so lucky to have these memories and to be able to visualize them so distinctly.
As humans, we think in pictures. When we remember events, we don’t read through Word documents in our head, we visualize the place, the colors, the objects that were around, the people that were around, and yea, remember that cute guy with the blue jacket and sweet beard??
Being an artist and lover of creation, I find myself falling in love with the scenery and beautiful vistas that I see when travelling. It’s quite meditative to arrive at a place that I’ve never been to or was a little hard to get to, and spend some time staring deeply into the distance. Has anyone else been in this exact same spot? What were they thinking? What did it look like from this spot 1,000s of years ago? Hey, is that an animal over there?
This all has led me to taking more pictures of the places that I travel to, so I can bring some of those memories home, to refresh my memories, share them with my friends and family, and lift my spirit when I need rejuvenated.
The picture that you see at the top of this post started with my decision to take a half day vacation from work to go skiing. I was riding the ski lift, snowk’d about my decision to end my work day early, and was presented with this amazing beautiful blue sky with little cotton ball looking clouds as I’m being pulled up the mountain. I think it has been referred to as a popcorn sky. It was stunning and something I’ve never seen before. So I took the picture and decided to turn it into the painting you see here.
“It’s almost like I’m pulled into the painting, through the paint, into the chair lift, remembering exactly what it was like sitting on the lift while I took the picture.”
Sometimes I’ll pause for a few minutes when I pass the painting, and it kind of pulls me in. It’s almost like I’m pulled into the painting, through the paint, into the chair lift, remembering exactly what it was like sitting on the lift while I took the picture. Time seems to stop in these moments.
I started to make it a habit, to paint a picture of a picture that I take while on vacation. I strategically take pictures that I think will make beautiful paintings when I get home.
And now back to my original question, how do you hold on to amazing memories of things you’ve seen and places you’ve been? Do you keep them in your memories? Or do you turn them into something else?