Midnight at a local lake. All alone, along side Highway 150; nobody around except the crickets. It was one long silent night, faced with a crescent moon and minimal motif.
The challenge was (once again), to make something out of relative nothing. The goal: to make a mountain out of a mole hill! I was to take something mundane and create something beautiful out of it.
Charles Bukowski once wrote: Genius could be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way.
Well, that's a tall order; coming from a major 20th Century American Poet emulating Haiku-risma. But in the silence of the night, it gave me something to strive for.
Crescent Moon Over Lake Casitas
12x16 oil/board 2003
Collection of the Artist