My entry was painted quickly, with wild abandon and nonsense on my trip to North Carolina. Plein air in which one uses the view as a springboard was the goal. Yet, my dominant left brain was running rampant and tight, struggling to recreate exactly what I saw. Quite an impossible task to bring the excitement and fresh look to the painting when trying so hard to reconstruct what the eyes see. Finally getting into the zone, we experimented with abstraction, color and value. It was an amazing and enlightening experience, enhanced by the new friends I met.
Important lesson: paint what you feel, not what you see! Seeing is important, but see with your heart and not just your eyes. Each stroke is important because of what came before and what comes next. So many lessons. So little time!