As I sit at my little cafe on Gstadt’s water’s edge, savoring my last night in Bavaria, I can’t help but wax a little romantic in the waning sunlight. The gloaming has, for years, been the most evocative time of day for me. As the sun sets and the shadows lengthen, you know there just aren’t that many moments of this particular day left to enjoy. So you suck the very life right out of what remains. And on the water, this is the time of day when boats are only coming in to sore, not going out. Not to be maudlin or morose, but fighting cancer in my body has only intensified this sensation for me. A time of day I found perfectly lovely before has become a moment in time I refuse to miss. It’s the marrow in the knuckle. Then richest essence to fork out.
I may miss new found friends, who, for a week, were my lifeline, or magical shores and islands barely investigated, whose abbeys, castles, fields and mountains restored my exhausted spirit and inspired not only movements of art like Julius Exter and his Munich Secession School, but my own simple oeuvres to come. But may I never miss, overlook or take for granted the rising or setting sun. I’ve been given more days to explore and create in this wonderful world called Earth and until the last lick is sucked out, I want to discover, paint and enjoy every bit of it.