The need to get away, somehow driven by the stress of retirement? Seems strange but, because it is available to me, I need to take more and more advantage of it. It doesn't need to be a big deal, a long trip with supplies and contingencies. I can always buy what I need. Just throw a couple boxes in the car and choose a direction.
Hopefully I can find an isolated spot
How frustrated and disappointed in my painting I am. I am not sure why I thought it would be easier. There is no latent talent to be uncovered here. There is only the slow, workmanlike, development of a n eye and a sense for color. It is color that I find the most difficult. I will buy a color wheel and read on color theory and let my right brain feed on this.
Mine:
A real painter:
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