I am thinking about going out to paint on Monday morning. It is becoming sort of an obsession, this appointment with the desert. It is so special to be in the midst of the natural setting and be working to respond with paint to what I see. I feel connected to the artists who came earlier and first began to work out in nature. It took the invention of portable paints to make it possible for artists to work so directly. The light, the forms, the colors are so different when you are working from life as opposed to from a photo or memory.
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