Falling Down on the Slopes

Decades ago as a young adult I took a beginner's ski lesson on a bunny hill in New Hampshire. I never once fell down. I also didn't ski again the next day. Or ever.

Having invited painting into my life this past year I've banged myself up but good, falling every which way. Couldn't be enjoying myself more!

Today I navigated the moguls of a reference photo with minimal shadow, paints that dried darker than I wanted, and slippery gessobord—some rough terrain. However, watching my painting pop to life when I added the background tree, power wire, and texture on the walls was like sending up a spray of snow at the end of an invigorating run.

I got so into flow that it wasn't until I went to put away my makeshift studio that I realized I'd only used one brush and whatever paints happened to be on my stay-wet palette.

Mason Bay Barns
6x6", acrylic on gessobord
architecture
2015