Painting Hope
These are recent thoughts, I am still pondering.
Painting Hope
These are recent thoughts, I am still pondering.
Fences provide directional lines and a foreground. Â This was a beautiful morning and I pulled into the park right after the truck with the plow had paved a way to get in. Â The snow was deep, fresh and coated the landscape.
Another solitary road in a peaceful place with winter colors around me.
Off of a small country road, down a one lane dirt road was this tree and fence. A quiet place to sit and paint.
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I was following directions on google maps through my phone. My destination was a lake. I was unfamiliar with the area, so it wasn’t until I had reached my destination that I realized I was several miles off course at an old farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. However, as an artist, the middle of nowhere is sometimes a good place to be, so I got out my paint box.
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There was an old log cabin in a city park. Â Although the day was grey, the yellows in the landscaped popped.
The changing clouds of midday and a calm lake greeted me and my painting companion.
This was the second early morning painting and I was looking to the west. Â Although the clouds above were thick and the close grass appeared close to silhouette, near the horizon line the clouds thinned and there was the promise of a beautiful day.
There was a touch of red in the tree, on this hot day in early fall.
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