Caught in the Rain 12″ x 16″ Acrylic on Canvas

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Caught in the Rain
12″ x 16″
Acrylic on Canvas

I spend a lot of time alone. Partly by choice, partly by my circumstances, and partly because I’ve ruined a lot of good friendships with bad decisions. Being alone is something I’ve had to come to terms with slowly over time. While in some moments it can be absolutely shattering if I have to spend one more second in my head however a majority of the time it brings me peace much like listening to the rain fall at night, a consuming soft white noise all around. For a mind that never stops rolling around thoughts, ideas, images, concepts, colors, theories, and philosophies, you can either be overwhelmed by the rain or embrace it. So this weekend, I embraced the rain.

It was a normal weekend alone. I was up at my cabin with just Sunshine by my side. I had all of my supplies set up early that morning, wanting to get flowing as soon as possible. I was painting and creating for about an hour when the thunder started to roll. I looked up at the gray sky that was growing darker by the minute. Many times before when this would happen, I would haul my supplies under the eaves of the shutters, sit inside, and wait out the rain. As most Floridians know, it’s usually just a quick little storm and then it’s moved on 15 minutes later. Alas, this was not the case. It did not rain for a mere 15 minutes and I did not haul my canvas into a dry area.

The rain began to fall and I continued on. Using just my finger tips to begin with, I began to paint, letting the energy of the falling rain inspire me and the coolness in my soul to color my idea. It wasn’t a downpour, nor a soft drizzle but a steady rain that held it’s claim over my head for a few hours. It took a lot of paint and patience to make my image keep it’s form and place on the canvas. It was a challenge but I worked slowly with it, like I were taking care of a little animal. Gently guiding, carefully placing, letting the moments of frustration wash out of my being as the paint washed off the canvas for the third time.

All in all, it was a very slow process which pushed me out of my comfort zone. I gained a new respect for patience and I created a piece that would not have existed if I did not sit out in that summer storm. While I was working, the quiet fall of rain eased my white hot mind and my pounding heart. It calmed my anxious ways for a few moments. It allowed me to cool my engines, slow down and spend a moment with something tender inside myself. I was Caught in the Rain with no where else I’d rather be.

Released: September 7th 2015

~L’ren Knorr

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