Last winter, my husband and I had to go shopping. When I got out of our car in the parking lot, there was a big truck parked right next to us. It had mud, road salt, and lots of drips running down the sides of the vehicle. I looked closely and became intrigued by the fascinating patterns that I could see within what most people would call a mess and in dire need of cleaning. Before long, I was seeing trees, sand dunes, ski slopes... and wondering how I could paint or draw what was evolving before my very eyes.
There is a strong chance that my husband thought I was a little strange and probably thinking "Here she goes again", but really, I could actually see scenes in the salt and mud drippings. I grabbed my phone and took some photos hoping the owner of the truck didn't catch me in the act.
I have always been fascinated by patterns. I think it started way back in childhood when I looked at a blade of grass under my new toy microscope. I discovered that the edges of the grass were serrated like it was a knife. I didn't know that. Hmmm. That discovery got me checking out lots of things and, very likely, has contributed to the art I do today where I look for colours within my painting and then make patterns by drawing around the edges.
Was there a message in all this for me? Something like "Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder"? Or "One man's trash is another man's treasure. Or even the well-quoted "Every cloud has a silver lining"?
What do you see in this photo? Perhaps this winter you'll find some Abstract Art in the weirdest places...