This afternoon, which might be the last nice day for a while (and I might not be talking just about the weather), I found myself at the top of Sheep Hill again. Why not do the mountain that is constantly staring me in the face? It'll require lots of work to capture the sense of distance and steepness. I've also noticed that this view changes frequently, in terms of sky, light, landscape. Many paintings are present here. Then I realized that I have my own Mont Sainte-Victoire. This painting is a 12x16 oil on panel. That's Mount Greylock and the Hopper in the distance.
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