It's a myth, that picture of being at one with nature, in silence and solitude. Nature is never silent, and nothing in nature is alone. And we--humans, that is--fit in quite nicely, even when we aren't pretending to be silent, or trying to leave no evidence of our presence. There is a rhythm and music to nature. There is melody and cacophony; it isn't always easy to distinguish between the two. Then there's dance, going on everywhere.
I feel certain we're welcome to be a part of it--the song and dance of nature, provided we don't overstep. So these four paintings--Bluegrass Boogie I,I,III, and IV-- are expressions of the way it feels to be standing on my friend Caroline's back porch, playing bluegrass tunes and watching the herons play.
