Painted in Stupid Strong Wind that I had No Business Trying to Paint In
When painting becomes a physical battle against nature herself. One hand on the easel to keep it from blowing away even thought it’s weighted with all the gear in my pack. Leaning over the palette so it doesn’t flip up and take sail. Paint flying off the brush as it’s being mixed. The canvas bouncing like a kick drum at a punk rock show. And that’s just the act of painting, the strategic chess match of setup and breakdown must be thought through very carefully and done in the right order to prevent unweighted items from taking flight and did you know wet paintings nearly always land face down? A fact of physics. Weird but true.