It has been over forty-five years since you passed away, and I have never written you. Not because I don’t know your address, it’s just that I have spent most of my life without you. While your absence has been real, life (you know, that thing that is both painful and rich and sometimes both) has carried on and I have been living it. You may never hear these words I write today, or maybe, just maybe, you know what these words mean even before I write them. Meanwhile, it’s probably good for me to do this… no therapist suggested it, I just wanted to.
Of course, I could write a book! But the one thing I want to tell you about is my wife, Kathie. She hails from West Tennessee, but I have solidly converted her to the East Tennessee Mountains. You’d like her. She comes from a long line of hard-working, blue collar, hammer-throwing, dirt-loving people. Like you. She has raised three kids that would pop your buttons (one of them is named after you), wants to be outside as much as possible and is truly extraordinary with people. But over the past several years she has rediscovered a way of seeing things that, while she always had it, was covered up by the routines of living. She is an oil painter. A Plein Air oil painter.
Which is to say: she has a backpack filled with easel, brushes and mineral spirits sitting at the back door waiting for her to load the car and head to the fields. Or mountains. Or waters. Or any place that grabs her.
I am not sure exactly how to say this next part. But it’s the thing that makes me stand back and marvel at her. The great artists (I imagine) not only see the landscape, but also, somehow receive it. They don’t just reproduce what they see in a colorful way, they let the landscape enter them. And I think it is Kathie’s way of, may I say, contemplation. It’s a slowing down and a sort of participation with what is in front of her. She is not trying to make a statement or be productive with her work; she is receiving it and being received by it. When painting, it feels as though she is carrying on an unhindered dialogue.
About five times throughout the year she participates in a Plein Air competition. Yes, I know, it doesn’t sound like something that a Contemplative Artist would do, but hear me out. Over four or five days she hunts for a venue that speaks to her, carries on her dialogue with the landscape, and then moves to another. At weeks end a judge honors a few outstanding pieces from the 30-40 painters, while art enthusiasts seize the chance to make a purchase.
Receiving an award or selling a painting simply tells me this: there is another who sees the unhindered dialogue that Kathie experiences and they want in on the conversation too! There is a story written that they want to read. Clearly, after being married for almost 35 years, her life has worked on me. To watch her live in the wonder of the life she has been given, invites me to be open to what or who is in front of me too. In short, she helps me love better. Now, I will be first to say that I am not that good at it… but her life helps me turn in the right direction. I wish you knew her.
Chris Benavides says
Beautiful sentiment and beautifully written. I’ve been without my dad for roughly the same amount of time and could echo a great deal so it really resonated with me. Keep seeing great things.
Kathie Odom says
Thanks Chris.., I believe that it is a long suffering or quiet grief that helps us realize our thirst for more. And that thirst in me has brought hope this many years later. Maybe it’s hope that brings seeing.
May you see great things too!
What a wonderful letter! Kathy demonstrates the wonder of real plein air, while you share some magic with perfectly woven words. Both have so much power when used to connect and you have…. Your Dad would be so proud of both of you.
Kathie Odom says
Hi Maureen, BuddyO here.
I really like what you are saying. Most of us readily agree that words make a sustaining impact but rarely do we consider Plein air painting to have the same power. When I slow myself to observe (or to have an “unhindered dialogue” as PApainters do) I am releasing my own demands and opening myself to more.
At least that’s what Kathie is quietly teaching me.
Peace to you and thanks for the encouragement!
Suzie Greer Baker says
Beautifully written Buddy! The sentiments you share and your unwavering support for Katie confirm that one of the best art supplies and artists can have is a supportive partner/spouse!
Kathie Odom says
Well Suzie, when you see something beautiful, you just stop in your tracks sometimes! I married one like you (an artist that loves to paint what they feel), and think often about how lucky I am.
Thanks for the encouraging words… now go paint another beauty!