Description
My visit back to my neighbor Jen’s persimmon tree last fall was a bright sunny day. The birds had started to help themselves to the persimmons – many of them were half-eaten. The colors in the sunlight were brighter, more yellow. Persimmon Rain had been such a special piece, a favorite of many people, it’s daunting to paint another.
It is interesting for me to remember what it was like painting that one – how I struggled to find my way through it and to see how much I’ve learned since. Painting this was like traveling over somewhat familiar territory. I love the branches – painting branches is fun – having them take shape. I painted the persimmon last and grappled with the light and shadow – I wanted the light to glow on the left edge, while also in shadow. It is quite amazing to me, magical even, how these paintings end up taking shape, and become real things.
June 2009
