In the back of our minds, deep in our hearts, we all have a place that we think perfect, a sort of paradise where it would be delightful to live.
For me, one of those places is the country -- far out in the country and surrounded by meadows and trees, with plenty of space for animals to graze and children to play.
"There is a mini cottage industry of punditry that is forever on the lookout for the merest hint of disrespect toward #conservative voters, particularly #rural & working-class #white ones. But the fact that the #GOP nominee for president approvingly posted a video that declares a large ideological subgroup of #Americans “done” & “gone” if he is elected... appears to have garnered almost no headlines." https://newrepublic.com/article/181973/trump-media-attacks-media-dangerous-turn
It did not stumble and rush through its space, this quiet stream. Rather, it literally flowed with the landscape, and when it encountered barriers, it either went around them or kept nudging, pushing, and bumping against them until it found a way through.
The mortality rate is higher among #rural adults — and the gap with urban areas is growing
Rural adults from ages 25-54 died of natural causes at a 6% higher rate than urban residents in 1999. Twenty years later, that number grew to 43%, according to a report from the U.S. Department of Agriculture.
"Indigenous men and women experienced the largest rate increase, with Indigenous women seeing the largest rate spike over the 20-year period..."
When painting this abstract landscape painting, I had fun letting watercolor, ink and water flow and playing with the expressive color contrast between the bold red of the barn and the bright greens of the landscape.