First day painting outside this season. Flowers not yet emerged. Bare trees. A few things went right: being outside in 60 degree weather, not cooped up inside for those hours; spending an afternoon pursuing the trial and error process of developing a body of work. I’m willing to let the process show me the path, and show it to others along the way. There are worse ways to spend an afternoon than to discuss the meaning and purpose of art while pushing color around, and emerge at the end with evidence of imperfect progress.
ABOVE: Elm Bank Fountain, gouache on paper, 6 x 8.25 in (15.24 x 21 cm), 4/5/2009