Watching the grass, waiting for the rain, finding place in self

My last few works of 2016…

SOUND OF RAIN | 60x48"
The Sound of Rain, 60×48 inches, mixed media on canvas …inspired by waking to the sound of rain.

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It had been several months since the last real rain here. I woke excited one night by the sound of rain falling on our metal roof. It is a glorious sound, the sound of rain. I imagined the plants dancing, with leaves swooping to catch every drop …birds waking to forage the soil surface for insects. I slept heavy, comforted by the sounds of the desert full with water.

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voellmer-grass-triptych
Conversations with the Grass, 12×36 inches (triptych)

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Everyday I watch the shadows fall across the landscape and the movement of the grass caressed by a gentle wind. The blue sky has lost its vibrancy. It is content in its pale color from the winter light. And the grass too, wears its sun faded yellow proudly.

…the grass reminds me to let go, to breathe, and to remember …now it is the loveliest of colors, a color I haven’t been able to name, bleached from the sun, dormant, waiting for the summer rains to make it grow green again. I love to watch it and listen to the sound it makes as it dances in the wind, and remember when everything was different and will be different again.

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SENTIMENTS OF PLACE | 47x47"
Sentiments of Place, 47×47 inches

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