Late afternoon in November, hiking through Walter G. Merritt Park in Patterson, New York. Here on the east facing hillside everything is in shadow, bathed in a dim blue light. As the light wanes, the damp chill increases. The cold seeps inward. Hills in the distance reflect the low angled sun and I am reminded of how dependent we are on this single source of heat and light. How cold would a sunless world be?
I've included a photo of the painting in the studio this morning, so that you can see it in situ. Sunflowers from a friend and an earlier painting brighten my working space. Brushes and computer, a french easel with it's legs tucked up out of the way, these are my tools. Music is my studio companion, a mix provided by Pandora Radio and gotradio.com.
- Nancy Boudreau
I've included a photo of the painting in the studio this morning, so that you can see it in situ. Sunflowers from a friend and an earlier painting brighten my working space. Brushes and computer, a french easel with it's legs tucked up out of the way, these are my tools. Music is my studio companion, a mix provided by Pandora Radio and gotradio.com.
- Nancy Boudreau
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