Thursday, August 4, 2016
Paint It and They'll Come
This morning I went to a site closer to home, a field off of Luce Road in Williamstown, MA. When I was nearly done with the painting, I heard a loud snort. A deer and her fawn had come out of the corn field next to where I was set up. The fawn, reacting to the alarm, ran towards me while mother ran back into the corn rows. When the fawn saw me, it stopped abruptly. I said to it, "You are indeed beautiful," and the fawn hesitated for a few seconds before turning around in the general direction of its mother. This is a 12x16 oil on panel.