Until it isn't.
Driving to a beach picnic at Wingaersheek, got a distinct hint that summer's gonna get the boot.
Painting this scene of the woods along Concord Street in Gloucester presented several challenges for me to play with. A rock wall and a profusion of untamed green growth for starters.
It also offered up the repeat gift of teletransportation. While I painted—from a photo at home in my studio—I was on Concord Street. Breezes cooled my skin. Pine needles stuck to the bottom of my flip flops. The light got in my eyes a couple of times. I watched out for cars.
This was no "theoretical" transfer of matter or energy from one point to another without transversing the physical space between—I tell ya, I painted en plein air.
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| September 1: I'll Give You a Hint 6x6", acrylic on canvas board nature 2015 |
6 comments:
Your musings are always such a great accompaniment to your paintings; love them both!
Thanks! So glad to know you find my musings a great accompaniment to my paintings. I find reflecting in writing to feel like the finishing touch on each painting. I appreciate your comments in return!
It got me thinking how cool it would be to know the musings behind ALL art work!
Not to mention the musings behind all art VIEWERS!
Really like this one ... I feel like I'm there, too :)
Love that you feel like you're there, too! Thanks for letting me know. Except that a literal pop of color was lit by the sun and flagging the imminence of autumn, the spot wouldn't be discernible from other long stretches of such rock walls, trees, and undergrowth all along that back road on the way to Wingaersheek. Those red leaves stopped me in my tracks!
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