The Things You Can See Only When You Slow Down

a pair of geese flew by; outside my studio window; i’m glad elephants don’t fly

Chilled to the Bones on Red Clay Trail

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It’s a beautiful day in the neighbourhood. Around the corner near Red Clay Creek. It was nearly 50° F, the grounds are saturated and cold. Chilled to the bones, packed up and rushed back to my warm studio.

It was a rambling and then I Pushed the reset button

It’s a beautiful day in the neighbourhood. Around the corner on Red Clay Creek. My painting was rambling for around an hour. I pushed the reset button — I scraped off to redo because I had no focus. So I asked myself what is it that I want to see. Ponder, ponder, ponder. This is what I wanted to see.

Pochade box mood swings

I like all of my pochade boxes, but I am still partial to pochade boxes made from cigar boxes and pochade boxes made by IG @allaprimapochade. I appreciate finely handcrafted woodwork. Too bad the latter have to get dirtied with paint and medium because it is beautifully crafted. I have bought a few more, and I had immediately dirtied them moments after they came out of the box. I did this so I would not treat them preciously while in the field because I did not want to be distracted with obsessions to keep it pristine.

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“Fiction is eternal; reality perishes. Invented forms live; real ones vanish. Truth is ephemeral; illusion, everlasting.” — Jiri Krasek Ze Lvovic