Painted last evening's gone-the-sun in this morning's God-has-created-a-new-day hush of our cabin while Dave sat in front of our warm fireplace fire. Once again—susurrus of flame and combustion, pops as gentle and soft-edged as bubble gum, occasional papery rattles of Dave's unfolding and refolding a trail map, and the whisper of my brush.
I moved acrylics around on gessobord with sunset at Lindy Point in mind. The painting is looking more satisfying to me as a thumbprint photo on my computer than "live" in its 6x6" format at the moment! I will play with the scene again, perhaps painting on top of the original, perhaps seeing who I am and what it becomes on fresh canvas.
|Lindy Point, From the Hills|
6x6", acrylic on gessobord