The inspiration to paint this came from an earlier and similar watercolor I’d done last year around the same time. So I decided to redo the older one with a fresh perspective! (If you scroll down all the way you’ll find it).
So here it is – a beautiful morning, the sun slowly rising behind the mountains, its rays lighting up the top of the mountains and the lavender fields!
And here’s the older version from last year. Sometimes I think it is a good exercise to redo an older piece of art or take inspiration from one. After completing the painting I could assess how much I had grown as an artist.
I wake up early these days to catch a few uninterrrupted minutes. So much happens in these moments as I examine the swirls rising from my tea, the sun bursting forth through the clouds and the light permeating every crevice on earth, dew drops glistening off the blades of grass, a blue jay fluffing itself and the sound of quiet…
This morning as I was packing the last sandwich into the lunch bag, my eyes fell on a glow outside.
I opened the blinds on the door and there it was, a pale crimson halo on the horizon against the dark silhouettes of the bare branches of Bradford pear trees.
Usually my next step would have been to reach out for my phone and click away, but I did not do any such thing. Instead I stepped out into the chilly dawn, plunging my hands deep into the pockets of my sweater to keep them warm as I looked upon the horizon and up at the sky.
There was Venus, shining so brightly as always in the dark blue sky above me. A feeling of deep calm engulfed me as I stood there in the coolness, watching a golden hue replacing the crimson. A plane flew by, its lights flickering and then everything turned quiet once more.
One early morning in the first week of March I woke up to this breathtaking drama unfolding in the eastern sky. I grabbed my phone and was lucky to capture this moment because the colors started fading even as I was snapping away. It’s almost end of March and I have yet to witness a sunrise like this!