Climbing up into the gardens to the westerly viewpoint in Avignon early on a June morning is magic and mystery. Across the way there is the Villeneuve lez Avignon with the broken Pont D’ Avignon below falling short of the reach across the Rhone river. There is still time for my eyes to rest on the scene but they do not. Fluttering across the landscape, with the same sweeping loops as the swallows above, I do not hover or allow my gaze to settle. I search for…. something and maybe nothing at all in the vast countryside – where last evening’s gypsy music and the chiming clinks of hands moving to mouths along the narrow streets of the old-city still echos in the sleeper passages of my consciousness.
plein air 25 × 35 cm acrylic painting sketch on 185 lb paper by Terrill Welch