I open the box, easel, and everything else in the middle of nowhere. I start painting, wow! This is going well!…and then come three gardeners armed to the teeth light the chainsaws… Bye bye silence, birds…
In the middle of July and suddenly begins to blow a cold north wind that brings down temperatures to the degrees that we have many times in the middle of winter. It is the last day I go out without getting a luggage of as if to paint the North Pole:(.
The light of June is very special and the evenings are soooo long that when you want to realize these already painting at night.
Today I have been unable to leave before and find a place farther from the studio to paint.
Too much wind. Everything fell to the ground minutes before finishing so finish the painting sitting on the grass comfortably.
I have not arrived very early and the light was changing quickly. It was still an amazing morning at my little beach.Absolutely no one has happened in the two hours I’ve been here.
There’s always something magical about the time it takes while you’re painting. You arrive with a blank sheet or panel and you will have captured an image that is the result of what you are seeing, smelling, listening, in summary feeling…
A lovely morning to be painting. Alone in which I have called since I painted here the first time “My Beach “. I do not know why but I have the feeling of being in my place. Have you ever had the feeling of being in the womb?.
