A wrestling match ensued at Vasquez Rocks today. It was between me and this rock formation. The light was changing fast. My idea and design was evident in the beginning, then I painted and lost it, then I worked some more and reinstated my initial idea.
The turmoil found marks in the dirt beneath my feet as I move back and forth to evaluate my decisions. When the session was finally done I idled back and touch up with little bits here and there almost comforting the painting as an opponent with delicate nuances and gentle words.
In the end it worked, maybe not 100%, but it worked and I will rest till the next time I am in the ring facing my own judgements. This painting thing is hard, much harder than most people know, but I crave it and won't really rest till the next time.
9" x 12" Plein Air Painting in Oils
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