My mother, Patricia Powers, was a much loved Professor of Gross Anatomy at the University of Vermont Medical School during the 1970's, 80's and 90's. I am thinking of her now. She visited Iceland a few times and loved it, and encouraged me to travel here. As I am studying these hillsides and mountains I see the shading of bulges and depressions, the jagged cuts made by shocks, and rivulets that carve their path down the slopes. Drawing these contours I think of her anatomy lessons, and flesh, and sinew and muscle. Also veins and arteries. The earth is alive here, still growing, it is young. As I paint, its as if I palpate, the way my mother touched me, deliberately, studying, trying to understand something deeper than what shows on the surface.
This is some work from today and yesterday: 3 smallish acrylic paintings about 8 x 10 and two smaller gouache paintings.