Today, as I was headed down to the studio, to work on a small equestrian painting, I was bemoaning the fact that I wasn’t painting from life and how I really had to start plein air painting. So, I about-faced and took my easle and palette out into the windy yard. My yard has been gorgeous during the past several weeks, all the apple trees flowering in turn and the lilacs down by the northern fence. I’ve sniffed the apple blossoms several times, but haven’t even been down to view the lilacs close-up. What a crime!
Today was indeed windy. It certainly got no warmer than 50 degrees. I kept thrusting my hands into my pockets to warm them up between brush strokes, muttering “Levitan, Levitan, Levitan…,” channeling the artist’s hardiness, like Sandra Bullock in Miss Congeniality chanting, “Dalai Lama, Dalai Lama, Dalai Lama.” After about two hours, I had to give it up for the day. The wind was picking up and I’m a shoo-in for hypothermia.
This is how far I got. It’s supposed to rain tomorrow, but it’s been supposed to rain for the past two days. I’m hoping I can get back to it before all the petals are gone.