The joy of painting in open air is that establishing a sense of place occurs naturally over the duration of your project. While you observe your scene you become immersed in the sounds, smells and subtle variations of light as it reflects off the water onto the waving leaves in this case.
Looking at this little painting that I did last summer takes me right back to the moment. I can hear the breeze whispering through the leaves and smell the summer lake waters. My mind takes in the jumble of greens above the far claybanks and composes them into recognizable vineyards.
Spring is returning to us rather reluctantly this year but I'm looking forward to many more open air adventures.
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