Sometime last summer I looked out the back door and saw an ephemeral layer of fog floating over the Mill Pond. I grabbed my camera and raced the hundred feet down to the dock to get as many photos as I could before it all dissipated. It was fortunate that I hurried, because the scenario only lasted two or three minutes. About a week ago I must have gotten the feeling that maybe if I painted something green springtime would come soon. I also wanted to try once again to get some believable foliage since I had been fooling around with watercolor foliage (somewhat unsuccessfully) for a few weeks already. I did this one the hard way–no masking, no sponging, no scraping, no spattering. Just layers and layers of tiny brushwork. I’m happier now.
In between watercolor sessions I squeezed in some more work on Cantana. I’m really happy with how this one is coming along. Just need to do as well on the horse as I have on the rest of the painting!