This is one of my few recent oil sketches. That’s partly because the skies have been either overcast or cloud-free, and not very interesting for my approach to landscapes.
Also, the past few weeks have been a little somber for me. Last Friday (March 11th) was my late mother’s birthday. I’m still getting used to the idea that she’s gone. In a way, I guess I thought she’d always be around, even after she turned 90.
But, of course, that wasn’t realistic. I kind of hate that, but there it is. And sometimes art is my way of processing things.
Sometimes it’s sort of like “sitting shiva,” and I think that’s important.
However, there are days when I must pick up the paintbrush, and this sketch represents one of them. It’s a 9″ x 12″ oil sketch on canvas board.
The colors were rich and juicy and they were reflected in the snow that was still on the ground. I know my mom – also an artist – would have liked this.
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