Day 3 #rogertorypetersoninstitute Sometimes it makes me sad that I can’t paint sound. I think part of the reason that I get up so early, is my quest for silence. No, that’s not really true, what I’m really in search of is lack of noise. Today’s I sat on a trail and painted with the only sounds being leaves brushing against each other and the sweet song of birds. The painting was visually able capture the scene, but it lacked the audible component.
As a kid I loved watching home movies. My Dad would set up the screen while my Mom popped popcorn. We would sit and watch the jittery, grainy versions of ourselves, while the projector clattered and hummed as it caught the sprockets. When VCR’s became commonplace my Dad transferred those movies to tape. It was eerie to watch those movies on the new format as the jittery grainy versions of ourselves silently moved across the TV screen. It just wasn’t the same without the sound of the projector. A few months later my Dad had us sit down to view a new tape that he had made. As before, there we were, jittery and grainy but in the background was the sound of the projector, clattering and humming, singing it’s song.
In a world that multi tasking has become commonplace, we crave to hear the sounds that go with the visual. It’s time for me to put away my earbuds and listen...
“Meadow Song” watercolor 10”x8” Available