I’m paddling with my daughter and her two children. My grandson, Jacob, is enthralled by the water. He leans over to drag his hand through it. My daughter, Sarah, grabs his pants to keep him from falling in.
Some might say this painting is too impressionistic. I disagree. To me, painting is like singing while photography is spoken. This event was a musical moment and was expressed that way.
Note the mirror images below the canoe with lines going through them to give the impression of water. The reflections of trees on the shore are expressed by streaks of yellow, green, blue and orange. The sky is reflected in the bottom left corner.
I’m fed up with trying to paint like others want me to. I’m tired of the central Indiana art scene. The only way to make it with them is to paint barns. You have to use the same exact techniques. You can’t tell the difference between one artist and the other. Their paintings fill the local galleries and gather dust. From now on, I’m going to paint what I feel like and how I feel like. I don’t care if I ever get into another show or sell another painting.
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