I can’t fish, I just don’t like hurting worms or fish but probably it’s because I never catch anything. I don’t seem to have the patience but I love the serenity of watching people do it. Whether they are on the side of a pier, in the river or on the banks of the Potomac, I just get lost in the quiet and peacefulness of the activity. This painting is all about the beauty of early morning fishing and how small humans are in comparison to nature. It is all about perspective and acceptance.
Morning light sits damp on the trees
Like an angel made of lace curtains fluttering
In and out of an attic window
The shapes are there but not the faces
The men stand in the river like rocks against the current
Fishing as an excuse to be still and to be alive
To breath in the morning
To be a part of their cycle, all cycles
Perhaps knowing that they are just like the river
On a path of beginning and flowing to an end
That leaves no trace
Evaporating as the earth calls it home
Something attracts me about the scenes of fisherpeople. It is true that the figurines in front of a landscape give perspective to nature and make it more magnificent, as it really is. Steve how good and wonderful are your watercolors. I love how you get the atmospheric of the morning time and that foreground that pushes the background even further away, giving it great depth. Although I am now looking at something you posted in 2017, I hope you see my current comment because now I have more knowledge to assess it. With respect Mercedes