Yesterday I went back to the pasture yet again. It was bright, sunny, hot and green. I was set up on the culvert bridge. At least I could hear the stream babbling. The longer I contemplated these bushes, the more they seemed to become invisible. The day before when I started the painting, I lost a paintbrush in the weeds. In my search, I was looking at it but I couldn't see it. Yesterday, I found the brush. 9x12 inches, oil on linen panel.
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