The windows of the houses – even if the house is ramshackle – are always beautiful because windows represent light!” ~ Mehmet Murat ildan
Reflection on a window.
Responding to Quarentini Painter challenge prompt “reflection in/on window,” I painted sunset in Taos, reflected on chicken house window. This is the first old adobe New Mexico window that I attempted to paint. I liked it when finished and was surprised how well the wall/adobe turned out. Mind you, these are 2 hour watercolor paintings. I especially appreciate the feel and texture of the adobe. This gave me confidence for future attempts of windows and old adobes.
The old chicken house is an out building on my brother’s property in Taos. It’s on the drive where I park when visiting. As I pulled up one 4th of July, I caught the sunset reflected on the window and stopped to take the photo.
By Charles Baudelaire
Looking from outside into an open window one never sees as much as when one looks through a closed window.
There is nothing more profound, more mysterious, more pregnant, more insidious, more dazzling than a window lighted by a single candle.
What one can see out in the sunlight is always less interesting than what goes on behind a windowpane.
In that black or luminous square life lives, life dreams, life suffers.
Across the ocean of roofs I can see a middle-aged woman, her face already lined, who is forever bending over something and who never goes out.
Out of her face, her dress, and her gestures, out of practically nothing at all, I have made up this woman's story, or rather legend, and sometimes I tell it to myself and weep.
If it had been an old man I could have made up his just as well.
And I go to bed proud to have lived and to have suffered in some one besides myself.
Perhaps you will say "Are you sure that your story is the really one?"
But what does it matter what reality is outside myself, so long as it has helped me to live, to feel that I am, and what I am?
Watercolor painting of Taos sunset reflected on window, :