So call me a wimp. 45 mile an hour winds were making my little Honda Fit dance over the road. The winds rocked the car when I parked. That's when I decided to paint "en plein car."
On my way to the location I thought about the marks a pastelist makes are like the brushmarks of an oil painter. They make the tactile quality of an otherwise flat medium. They are my voice. I will restrain them less. Allow them to dance more and celebrate the medium I love.
Two posts today. Check the one below this as well. I couldn't resist blogging about the Sargent show.