The View From The River
An overstuffed studio has its hazards and while I was opening a flat file drawer today, a drawing board perched precariously on an easel on which a grouping of plein air canvases was arranged, fell to the floor and dragged everything down with it in a clatter of uncontrollable junk. The drawing board tilted when it hit, putting a sharp corner all the way through a painting I’ve been struggling with for the last two days.
My first thought was Oh, Crap! and my second thought was, Hallelujah! Which means that I’ve either evolved into an enlightened being who can let go of material attachments, or I’m relieved that I don’t have to screw around with a bad canvas. Or maybe someone up there likes me.
The View From The Rocks-Plein Air Start #6, 8″x 10″ acrylic on canvas
In any case, Saturday was blissfully spent painting on red rocks in the hot sun or in the middle of a shallow stream with my friend Becky at Martin Nature Park, just north of OKC. I got two more starts for my plein air series, and the survivor of the two is shown above. I like this one better anyway. I’ll post the defunct one so you can see why I don’t regret its demise. It’s all practice, anyway.
If I don’t make another post before Thursday, happy Thanksgiving, everybody! Eat, drink, and draw!
Cooling my heels while I work on a doomed painting. Photo by Becky Way.