In this Interdisciplinary Stillife Painting, "I Am
A Painter," an original oil on panel, I was reflecting on
some of the things that I loved about Taos at that time. The
song came first, then the painting. The challenge of painting
written text and a piece of melody in an aerial perspective seems
easy after painting an Indian rug with warp, weave, and having
the patterns working out in the painted image which required
on the order of fifteen thousand individual tiny brush strokes,
give or take a few thousand for the rug alone.
This painting, No. 82, is the first version using this
song as subject matter; the second version is No. 115.
"I AM A PAINTER"
I am a painter I'm pleased to say; I've seen such
beauty today;
I awoke to Magic Mountain a glow'in the golden
mornin' sun;
I walked out my door and looked into the sky; it
was pretty as an angel's eye:
The prettiest palette this artist holds dear is
painted by the faces livin' here.
It's nearly noon; tortillas soon; I don't need
a silver spoon.
Well the sun's goin' down, there's rays all around;
Taos is my hometown.
There's a fire in the sky; open up your eyes and
watch the Eagles fly;
It's a starlit night on a full moon; my Lover and
I are gonna swoon;
I am a painter I'm pleased to say; I've seen such
beauty today...
by Paul McMillan |