Lite Wash

A view from choir loft in the Old Whaling Church in Edgartown.
On window washing day.

It’s been on the books so to speak
the “sketchbooks” that is
for a few years.

Some are like that.
You sketch out a composition,
think it’s all set and it goes on the list
of paintings for a given year’s worth of shows.

Then time, or energy, or a divergent theme
bump that idea down the ladder.

It happens that way.
Then something
or someone
comes along and there’s a spark.

So, I was sitting at the big table in the gallery
talking to Chris and Adam one day
and they mentioned something about the Old Whaling Church.
I said, you know, I had this idea for a painting
but I’m not sure…

They both said, “we’d love to see that”.
That was all I needed.
I have done a few from the outside
and a couple from within
but this painting allows for both perspectives
and then some.

I had worked on it for several days
before Herself actually took her first look.

She did what you probably did
kinda tilted her head
then the other way
then back.
I waited.
Then she got it.

“Oh, I remember that day.
I was worried about your knees after we climbed up there.”

See, that’s what I’m talking about.
It takes a village.