|The Art of George Buchanan||
Welcome to my insights and inspirations.
The tree is the drawing for my business logo.
I constructed the tree using many of my favorite things; crows, trains, reptiles and women.
See how many you can find!
My house is a few miles outside of the city, where the open farmland and Falls Lake begins. So I see lots of wildlife and my favorite are the owls. We've had many foggy, rainy nights recently and I like the way that fog effects the lights and sounds. I can see the glow of Durham against the clouds and hear a muted rumble of traffic and trains, but these are in the background. A few rainy nights ago, I heard an owl calling, almost in response to a distant train whistle. I wish I could have recorded the amazing combination of sounds, but I saw the owl in the tree beside my driveway, lit by my neighbors houselights. I painted this small oil (11 x 14") but I wish I could include the audio! Sound is more and more often my motivation for painting.
After watching the report on CNN about the Yazidi's being chased to the top of a mountain by Isis, I was moved by the story of Aziza and her family. I'm painting Aziza's portrait from a paused tv screen. I'm truly outraged by Isis and their hateful perversions. Ivan Watson of CNN was kind enough to retweet my "work in progress". I pray Aziza and Ivan stay safe. follow me on twitter @grottoes
The katydids have been singing for two weeks now. The song begins as it ends, with just a few rachety sounds, shifting from tree to tree, near and far. However, tonight they are hitting a full crescendo. I’ve always loved their song; it takes me back to my childhood, sitting on my grandparent’s screened porch under massive oaks. My great grandma Myrt loved them too and I can clearly remember her pointing out the fact that this symphony was ancient and Native Americans were certainly as impressed and calmed by them as we were. My maternal grandparents’ house was an impressive ranch style, up on a Virginia hill, with a sizable pond below, from which came the base notes of many bullfrogs.
Tonight, the eighth of July, has a warm breeze blowing restlessly through the tall oaks surrounding my small farmhouse. Beyond the trees, are fields containing a large pond with bullfrogs adding the bass to this widespread night music. The trees sparkle with fireflies and filter the moonlight, ever so softly, on the fields.
Moving through the rhythmic ocean of sound are waves of silence. In the distance, all the singing stops and soon the stillness moves directly overhead and for a moment, all is quite. Then the katydids in the distance begin to sing and I can hear this stillness travel across the land. This makes me wonder.
As with every summer, the katydid provides the soundtrack for my “Mid Summer Nights Dreaming”
I did this small oil painting in the attempt to “show” the music.
“Summer Night Sounds” oil on canvas 11” x 14”