Thirty paintings. Thirty days.
California Impressions # 21
But first….
This is what my piece of Northern California looked like today. That’s smoke folks, the stuff that chokes the lungs and brings tears to your eyes.
The photo was taken in the late afternoon when the sky would normally be blue.
The air quality in our neck o’the woods surpassed ‘unhealthy‘ today. Surpassed ‘very unhealthy‘ where it was yesterday. Bumped us right into the inner circle on the this-is-what-you’re-breathing map to ‘oh shit hazardous’.
I had grand plans when I went into the studio this morning. But the painting I was working on had other ideas. It morphed and morphed and morphed again from one thing to another, like the fire jumping the lines. I found myself circling back to my comfort colors of yellow and blue.
California Impressions # 21: work in progress
It’s not what I planned. And it’s not finished either. But I have to wait for the oils to dry before I can do anything else.
Be back tomorrow.
