Walking and listening. Seeing.

The dirt road. The long slope down to the bridge, crossing the water where one lake flows into the next. A passage. A mirror; this is the day, the light. These are the colours. The pigments.

Half an hour to complete the walk around the smaller lake. Another hour in the studio. Oil paint on wood panel. Diary painting.

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April 2009

 

 

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Spring 2015

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May 2012 (the green octave)