ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

This painting was done ten years ago at a plein air competition in Wayzata, MN. I remember the day well. It was blistering hot and artists were lined up on the shoreline of Lake Minnetonka working on their craft. Clouds began to fill the sky. Not your usual clouds. They were large billows of grey which eventually obliterated the sun. There was a mad dash as artists and observers felt the first drops of what would become an all-out deluge. It was another demonstration of how God directs the weather. Paul was trying out a new medium called water soluble oil paints, so his painting was still wet when we left. It captures the mood of the day.

Lipid pools of open water, gently piercing through the glass,

Leaving pock marks on the surface, praying that this soon will pass,

Such a constant blend of color, only one remains to be,

Dripping,

Thawing,

Slipping,

Dying,

Water now o’er takes it all,

To the depths of life eternal, running from this mortal coil,

Blues and purples blend together, melting into deeper hues,

Making one have thoughts of heaven, or to simply sing the blues.