Golden hour's last full moon of 2020

When we are driving around the areas near to Kennett Square, I like pretending we are somewhere in Europe. Some parts of the region could easily pass as countrysides in the UK.
There is a road where you could drive through Delaware, Maryland, and Pennsylvania in under 5 or 10 minutes because that is where their borders meet.
I love the sceneries we pass by, but we cannot safely pullover for photo ops. Just as well because fiddling with a camera can be distracting. I committed to memory this place as best as I could, and the sense of the place at that moment.
For days I would imagine this place as a painting, but it would not come into fruition until my brush touched the canvas and I began sketching and painting.

Bandana

Bandana. Self portrait, oil on panel, 12 by 8 inches.

The open field, № 2

The open field between Kennett Legacy Fields and Red Clay Creek.

If we pause, even for a moment, to be still and listen we could hear what the spirit of the land is saying to us at that moment. It is never the same.

In the distant on the right of this field near the trees and Red Clay Creek was where I could have been trampled into the red clay by a herd of stampeding deers in 2014. They ran past me about 50 or 100 feet from where I set up to paint. Amazingly I had wanted to set up where the herd stampede across. “Wow”, I thought to myself, and I wondered what the local headlines would have printed.

Since moving to Kennett Square in 2014, I would come out to this field and ponder on how I could describe it as a painting. Also I can see it from my studio window. Sometimes I feel like it is tauntingly challenging me, “hah-hah, you can’t do it!” Ah yes indeed, the torture artist.

If you hear a voice within you say 'you cannot paint,' then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced. — Vincent Van Gogh

The open field. Oil on braced panel, 6-1/2 by 12 inches.

Artist’s Musings

Golden hour's last full moon of 2020

Bandana

The open field, № 2