I often find myself setting out to paint with no idea about what I want, and not only that, conflicting voices in my head: do I paint in a desolate or village location? the intimate or the big picture? the beautiful or the sublime? While these questions seem easy, I'm thinking they are not and am racked with doubt. I don't know why, I think, rationally I should be beyond this, but they're always following me around, pulling at me, these demons. I get in the van, stop thinking, turn on the radio, and drive.
It was a good three days, the light was lovely, with sun and shadows, although the warm weather made it easier, there is no snow and doesn't feel like winter in Upstate New York.
Warm and clear, this afternoon.
#711 Covered Bridge Museum, Shushan, NY. 2-7-16 8x10
This morning, (also warm and clear)
#710 Eagle Bridge, rail yard. 2-7-16 9x12
This was yesterday, Saturday, in the morning, before a shopping trip.
#709 Cty Rte 62. 2-6-16 8x10
Not a good photo.
This was Friday afternoon on English Rd.
#708 English Rd. 2-5-16 12x16
I liked the junk cars and farm equipment in the hedge row.