An artist friend of mine is here now and we spent yesterday talking "shop". Of course we both got around to cloud-speak. After he left I noticed the sky while facing SW about 7:30 pm. It was so soft, the kind of sky that is difficult to capture since there are no hard edges or bold colors. But I darted inside, grabbed my stuff and perched on the deck to give it a try. Like riding a bike, I slipped back into the frantic, controlled pace and managed to capture an impression I find suitable. I'm trying to let go of my "all or nothing" way of thinking; I can still paint my clouds and use some of them as backgrounds for my animals.
It feels good to feed the addiction.
|August 5, 2014 7:30 pm South West|