This morning I arrived at a wonderful place to paint, just as the wind picked up and the dark clouds moved in. So I moved on. Later in the day I did this drawing while walking up Luce Road above the farm. I will try again tomorrow morning early, since there are showers moving in later in the day. The great painter Charles Sovek said that painting wasn't a performance sport, and I agree with him. But the other day when the wind blew my painting into my palette, I decided to let chance have some say in the outcome. You wouldn't see it, unless I pointed it out. I did some scraping and wiping (and whining), which sounds like the behavior of a bad dog.
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