The reflection pond called. The light from the clouds bounced off of the pond and the trees were admiring themselves. The lily pads were at the end of their glory, yet they wanted to be the focus. Isn’t this the process of creating? The steps to honing skills. Bringing color, light, and nature onto the paper. We shall see as they evolve. Monet. Where are you?
This was the ninth week of painting the Blue Ridge Mountains. Still painting from the same spot. The mountains decided to be in the background and I can feel them off in the distance. That tree asked to be the star from the beginning and I kept ignoring him. I think he’s had his day in the sun. Time for his bow. 11″ x 14″ Pastel on Sabretooth