I wondered where Chincoteague would take you. Glad to see it took you alla prima to the woods. I thought you'd get there, but I didn't know how. I see a lot of spirit in both places.
Hi Sam! Some days I feel as if I am groping in the dark. "Process, that's what it is,"I tell myself over and over. Memories of the winter morning sunrises inspired this.
There's something about the way the wood affects the strokes here that synchs perfectly with the feeling of this piece. Interesting too how such muted colors can be so rich too...
Hi Karen, It's the wood and a couple of old hairy brushes with very uneven bristles. I like their unplanned influence. You, my friend, are the queen of beautiful muted colors. SO I will take that as a compliment. Thanks.
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I wondered where Chincoteague would take you. Glad to see it took you alla prima to the woods. I thought you'd get there, but I didn't know how. I see a lot of spirit in both places.
Hi Sam! Some days I feel as if I am groping in the dark. "Process, that's what it is,"I tell myself over and over. Memories of the winter morning sunrises inspired this.
Inspiration is all around. Go here: http://randalldavidtipton.blogspot.com/2010/02/salmon-river-estuary.html
There's something about the way the wood affects the strokes here that synchs perfectly with the feeling of this piece. Interesting too how such muted colors can be so rich too...
Thanks for the inspiration lead Sam.
Hi Karen,
It's the wood and a couple of old hairy brushes with very uneven bristles. I like their unplanned influence. You, my friend, are the queen of beautiful muted colors. SO I will take that as a compliment. Thanks.
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