I snapped a photo of Dave's garden on the autumnal equinox, knowing full well that painting the riot of foliage and commingled orange mums and pink-purple asters wasn't going to be easy.
Quite oppositonal, that patch of garden.
I put up a good fight and found myself happy just dipping my brush into paint and brushing paint onto canvas. The window was open, the sun was shining, the air was warm, the physical act of painting felt delicious.
But what a contrary riot of foliage and commingled orange mums and pink-purple asters!
Here's take #1.
|Dave's Garden, Equinox|
6x6", acrylic on gessobord