I found this image in my archives. I was a highschool student at the time, living in Great Falls, Montana and attending Charles M. Russell High. My Paternal-Grandparents and so many relations lived in the Magrath-Raymond-Lethbridge area and so between 1970 and 1973, we would drive up to visit, a blessing, given our very nomadic military lifestyle.
One summer, I stood in the water, at the edge of Grampa’s fishing pond and painted this image. The flies would land in the wet oil paint and my forehead was itchy with the perspiration that collected under the hot afternoon sun. As I look at this photo, I feel very nostalgic and so many associated thoughts come up for me.
But just for now, I’m enjoying looking at the painting done by a young girl in more-than-awkward circumstances and thinking about her techniques, observations and how she saw that place for an afternoon. I’ve learned so much along the way. Painting is ‘magic’!