It seems as if I have spent the last few weeks obsessed by color. As artists we tend to see the world in shades and hues, values and depth, the cool and warmth of every color.
But right now I am seeing RED.
I have never really liked the color red. I don't know why I guess it is to bold and draws to much attention to itself. It signifies courage, but I think you can be courageous without being boastful about it. Do I own anything red..........hum, I think I have one red and white checked shirt, but other than that no. Red is a power color, red is an angry color, red is a color screaming for attention, red is a beautiful, self confident color. Red is the color of war. I just personally don't care for it especially when I feel it creeping into my face as I survey the damage the chipmunks have caused. At last count over 400 squash plants eaten. 100 or more cucumber plants gone. Over 200 tomato plants munched to the ground. I want to see GREEN when I survey my land, not the muted BROWN tones of dust and despair. Today I am a character from a Steinbeck Novel standing with strength, but having enough wisdom to hold up the WHITE flag of surrender. But wait,........ how many farmers' loose their crop and just say," It will be better next year. If I do this , that, and the other, maybe things will be different. If I try just a little harder, work just a little longer, I can survive." Tomorrow I am going to be a strong female from a Willa Cather Novel. I will up-root that flag of surrender, throw it to the ground, square my shoulders, hold my head high and march forward into battle. You blasted chipmunks are going down!