Thursday, August 11, 2016

A Horse I Couldn't See

The first time I saw this pond, I was at least a 1000 feet above it, looking down from Wilbur's Clearing on Mount Prospect.  That was many years ago, long before I was painting pleinair landscapes.  I clearly remember thinking how nice that there's a pond there.  Like a teardrop.  Today, it was hot and so humid that the paint was not gelling, and sweat was pouring from my right wrist (I wear gloves) onto my palette.  I adjusted to the circumstances.  I was in the shade against some bushes.  On the other side of the bushes, a horse that I couldn't see, snorted  every now and then to let me know it was there.  This painting, done this afternoon, is a 12x16 oil on panel.

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