Life In A Chair
âYou can observe a lot by just watching.â Yogi Berra
This painting isnât about living life in a chair, but rather it is about observing life from a chairâreally seeing all of it that is front of you. My first version of this painting was completed in 2016. This was our first spring and summer with our tiny camper, and we seemed poised to visit every state park within 200 miles. At Edisto Beach State Park in South Carolina we got a spot just on the other sides of the high dunes. One afternoon we placed our chairs about half way down. It was from there I could see (and imagine) the life all around me. Most of the people were walking at the waterâs edge, one or two holding the hand of a child. One guy was fishing, not casting, just watching the line. A couple lay just below us with a three-sided shelter shading them. There were the ever-present birds: sea gulls, pelicans, and terns, the gulls looking desperately for someoneâs leftover lunch. At the waterâs edge lay a dead jellyfish and a piece of driftwood. And all of this was just what I could see and record in my journal. Imagine what was under the sand or in the water.
This painting isnât about living life in a chair, but rather it is about observing life from a chairâreally seeing all of it that is front of you. My first version of this painting was completed in 2016. This was our first spring and summer with our tiny camper, and we seemed poised to visit every state park within 200 miles. At Edisto Beach State Park in South Carolina we got a spot just on the other sides of the high dunes. One afternoon we placed our chairs about half way down. It was from there I could see (and imagine) the life all around me. Most of the people were walking at the waterâs edge, one or two holding the hand of a child. One guy was fishing, not casting, just watching the line. A couple lay just below us with a three-sided shelter shading them. There were the ever-present birds: sea gulls, pelicans, and terns, the gulls looking desperately for someoneâs leftover lunch. At the waterâs edge lay a dead jellyfish and a piece of driftwood. And all of this was just what I could see and record in my journal. Imagine what was under the sand or in the water.