This spring I have begun what art historians will call my "Troll Period" because gale force winds, wicked thunderstorms, and sheets of rain have forced my weekend painting excursions under bridges. This venture found me holding my w/c book under the overpass for protection from the wind and rain that was driving those trees while my feet were propped in the mud and my posterior gripped a small, sharp stone just above the flooded river. My dog stared longingly at me from out in the downpour while refusing to come lay in the much drier mud under the bridge. I decided I needed to get him out of the rain and so the painting remains unfinished. The colors and shapes are there but not much else.
It was a good day.