Painting at family camp presents a whole new set of decisions and challenges. First of all, am I going to paint? And, if so, where? And when?
Suddenly, partway through the morning, I hefted my basket of painting stuff on my hip and headed to Grube, a tiny little bare bones cabin where I knew no one else was likely to be found on a magnificent August morning. Sure enough, empty.
OK, but there's not even a table. I improvised by setting my tabletop easel on a low shelf flanking a bank of windows through which sunlight poured directly into my face, pulled up a chair, and made do.
Takodah is all about simplicity and basics. I painted simply. And happily, capturing the ripples and reflections of Cass Pond.
|'Tis a Gift to be Simple|
6x6", acrylic on canvas board