|FROM RAINEY STREET 9x12 oil on canvas panel|
As it turned out, I bit off more than I could chew, but I think that's a good thing to do when you're out going for it, plein air. I mean, how many of 'em are really destined for exhibition? For me that time is about stretching outside the comfort zone and having to pull up whatever tools you've managed to gather.
It was cold, and I had begun to regain feeling in my fingers just before my hour was up. I was tempted to keep noodling it, but stuck with my commitment. Plein air painting is very much like surfing. You see a possible ride coming, and you've got to start paddling hard to catch the wave. You don't really know how it's all going to work out. You've got to go with what you've got. By the time you get on your feet it's a delicate balance between survival and catastrophe. Your skills and weaknesses are exposed and you wind up feeling alive and in the moment. Addictive stuff!