Redtree Times

Symphony Serene— At the West End Gallery

Sweet moonlight, shining full and clear,
Why do you light my torture here?
How often have you seen me toil,
Burning last drops of midnight oil.
On books and papers as I read,
My friend, your mournful light you shed.
If only I could flee this den
And walk the mountain-tops again,
Through moonlit meadows make my way,
In mountain caves with spirits play –
Released from learning’s musty cell,
Your healing dew would make me well!

― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust

I have been working on a large canvas in recent days and it has been calling to me all night It’s at that point where moves past the awkward stages in the process. There are steps in my painting process where the surface sometimes goes flat and listless before suddenly transforming into something quite different and alive. Coming into the studio this morning, I have been eager to get to it, to experience that transformation.

As a result, I am making this short this morning. For this week’s Sunday Morning Music, here’s Beck and his Blue Moon. No, not that Blue Moon— his own Blue Moon.

Now, excuse me, There’s the best part of a painting waiting for me.