Turkeys strutting it along the boulevard in front of my urban studio! I’m a lark, an early riser. I swear that you see the most interesting sights in any city in the morning. This fellow was preening, opening his tail, and doing a mating dance for a stopped car as I went early to the studio to prep for my art class.
In Bodrum, Turkey, I saw sheep being driven into the surf at the beach at dawn to wash them off, baaa-ing in the foam. In Naples, Italy at dawn, the gentle sound of sweeping of the stoops and streets in front of the stores fills the air. This meditative cleanup of ancient byways readies space and soul for a new day of commerce. Later in the day this vanishes, filled with shouts, songs, scooters, and swearing. In Rome, the church doors open at dawn for an exquisite, almost empty mass, echoing in the vaulted arches, remnants of incense lingering in the air. Only the devoted come to church at dawn. In Bangalore, India, the temple elephants are taken out for dawn walks through the town to eat from the vegetable garbage reserved for them by restaurant and shop owners the night before, large grey walls of breathing hide swaying in the dim light.
I love the feeling of a clean new start that each dawn brings. Soon enough the “marching orders” for the day begin– the schedule, the calender, the workday, the clock. Dawn is still time-less. March is from the god Mars. Spring starts up and gives its orders. Under the shoots of tender green a red power and force turn, turn the wheel of seasons.
Here are my canvas soldiers, abstract starts lounging on the couch, waiting for marching orders.
This piece got its marching orders, and went forth into the painted fray.
March forth. What time of day reveals the most unusual sights and beautiful visions for you?