As I walked down the path, I saw the lit tree and the receding parallel bands on its right. I stopped right there and set up to paint. Sheep Hill, Williamstown, MA. 9x12 inches, oil on linen panel. I've been reading Delacroix's journal: He wrote on April 4, 1849 that an artist 'starts over' every time he/she begins something new. The artist can't reconstruct/recall after a while how they once did something. Those artists who have systematized their methods so they can repeat what they've done, usually are, as a consequence, the most inferior and cold.
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