...almost as if the scene, a warm gray lake under an ochre haze, could have been observed in the months after a nearby volcanic eruption. I can’t say that was exactly on my mind as I painted the picture, but that’s the beauty of watercolor: the medium has a mind of its own. I wound up liking it quite a bit since it gives a very haunting and still impression, although there is movement in the water suggested by the lapping waves.
“I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.”