Where or When

Welcome to my personal blog, since 2012. All images copyright 2026 Scott Gatty. The thing that has fascinated me most in life is Time, the passage of it and my relationship to it, more aware than at any time being in my late 60's. Some of the history and pop culture I've happened upon: I was born in 1957; the first artificial satellite, Sputnik, was put into orbit by the Commies when I was four months old and set off a panic here....the first Pink Flamingo lawn ornament rolled off the assembly line; "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" was first published, by Dr. Seuss, Burt Bacharach joined with lyracist Hal David to create some wonderful songs and five days after I was born, John Lennon was introduced to Paul McCartney in Germany. Plants, the other major form of life we share with this planet. Not enough of humanity treat them with the dignity and respect they deserve. We hear of animal rights, thank God, but not enough of plant rights. I remind people: we need them, for the air we breathe and the food we eat, they're not dependent upon us. Thanks for visiting. "Where or When" is a song by the team of Rogers and Hart. Lorenz Hart was a gifted lyricist, gay, and a tragic figure, dying of alcoholism. He wrote lyrics to some of the most beautiful and romantic love songs I've ever heard. The wonderful melodies were composed by Richard Rogers, before he teamed up with Hammerstein.

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A new variety (for me) of Geranium. Even the fading florets add a bit of an "antique" quality to the umbel.

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Dr. Gachey with foxglove, 1890

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Some of Van Gogh’s best work was done during a period of his life that he spent in a hospital being treated for his mental health problems. I could be wrong but I think Starry Night was among those.

This is consistently the case. Creators tend to do their best work when they are in a healthy place and receiving proper treatment and not being self destructive in their efforts to cope. Go figure.

All our experiences, good and bad, inform what we create, but suffering is not the price of great art. Suffering is what prevents artists from completing great art.

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(I bring to mind this @tkingfisher / Ursula Verson quote about once a week <3)

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This is so true.

I imagine a bunch of billionaires having him over for dinner and making sure he never, ever takes a medication for his mental health.

There are so many stereotypes about artists.

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Geum

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Ever have those really cool, strong thunderstorms end and as the sun's setting everything turns orange 'cause the light is being reflected onto the surface via the clouds.

I color correct on-site, so this is pretty accurate. Looks surreal today.

Also, video on iphone captures the best color, imho.

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I can’t read any of the intro to your blog unfortunately. The print and background are two similar of a color.

Thanks. Let me work on that. It's been eons.

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It's kinda like the cloud studies were already completed on these toned panels. Neat!

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Baking some toned panels. Dashboard are great place to dry studies on your way home from painting outdoors; then when you get home they can't be smudged.

Kinda cool. Some will be used for cloud studies.

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Love begins when you let it in. GIRLS LIKE GIRLS, a film by Hayley Kiyoko. Only in theaters June 19.

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I have a pt job where I get to watch previews (!)

I saw this a month ago and it's got a good screenplay and the acting was impressive. I'm glad films like this are still being made.

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May 21, 2026.

Okay, this one is more representative of a Midwest sky than my previous one. No contrast adjustments were made.

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Growing up in the Appalachian Mountains around Pittsburgh, I never had expansive views like this. You'd only know a storm was coming, well, when it was right overhead.

I DO miss hearing the sound of thunder literally bounce off one hillside, to another miles away and on and on....sigh

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From my patio, believe it or not, in a burb (!) The other one is from closer to the pond.

A creepy or maybe just mysterious image. Either way; the wonderfully primeval mating call of the Chorus Frog. Every spring, for at most four weeks...

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Oh, and but a piece of my upcoming projects! Eek.

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I read once many years ago, we're all a product of our time.

It sounds more poetic if one says, we reflect the times in which we grew up.

April 23, 1971. 13 years old. Fifty-five years and four days. Thanks Wiki.

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Happy Caturday...

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Not sure I had enough...

Sure.

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