Riverside 16 x 20 oil
After a pounding storm that drenched us and blew down trees and cut off power, we find ourselves enjoying a relatively rare week of autumnal sunshine and balmy temperatures, so it's back outdoors to make hay while the sun shines. Normally we don't get to enjoy the golds and reds of fall like other parts of the world, because our leaves usually get soaked and drop to the ground too soon.
I feel it is such a privilege to go out into the world with the eye of an artist. Not that most people aren't also enjoying the beauty of Nature, but that as a painter I am obsessed with the visual sense, transfixed by the nuances of color and temperature, translating them in my mind into mixtures on the palette, ever exercising the craft that is so elusive, so demanding and yet calls to me like a Sirene. Even when I repeatedly fall short of capturing on canvas what I see or imagine, the rewards are still there, in the journey and process. I imagine even the stragglers in a marathon can experience the runner's high.