Such a surprise each day to see what that might be.
Today, the same place I'd seen my first afternoon in Feltzen South was imprinted in my emotional memory. With that internalized image as a nudge, I pulled a few tubes of paint, a few brushes.
I watched what transpired.
Am I painting a series? Don't know.
Is this a sketch? Don't know. But do like its light feeling, its not covering the canvas from edge to edge to edge to edge.
|Same Place, Different Day|
6x6", acrylic on canvas board