Northern Illinois has cloud formations that make you sigh with wonder at their beauty. The sky is especially lovely after the storms that roll in during the late afternoon. When a storm approaches, clouds darken to a battleship gray, lighting slashes through the clouds, the earth rumbles,thunder cracks, the house creaks, and the wind swirls like any minute it will spin out of control and tear the house into splinters. Your heart pounds and you pray that the storm will pass soon.
Having lived in tornado alley all my life, I barely breathe during thunderstorms and pray a tornado won't be a "spin-off" from them.
Then, the storm is over and the world outside is dripping wet, but still there, and still beautiful. The inspiration for this painting was the aftermath of a storm in which the clouds were a spun sugar pink. The clouds and silver blue sky were reflected in the water puddles in the alley behind my house.There was even a rainbow! Natural beauty challenges me to capture it some on canvas. Even though I know, as every painter does, that we can never quite duplicate the glowing light behind the clouds, the process of painting makes me feel at one with the earth -a sense of peace beyond rational understanding.