20 Mar Winter 2009
I only know winter is here because I succumbed to unpacking my Jeep of my portable outdoor studio, (drawing boards, two easels, stacks of oil crayons, paper, and recycled frames for new drawings). Three days in a row I set my easel up, only to have to pack up ten minutes later, sulking. I was drawn to the changing color of the mountains, (now blue-black, distanced from what had been ruby red two weeks ago). I watched these changes day-to-day, as each hue only lasted a day. I wanted to document it all, but had to pack up the easel each time I set up, as the fingers froze, crayons dropped in the hay, $5. here, $6. there…I spent more time bent over searching for the crayons than drawing…could not find them most times, (but will in the spring); neighbors talked…then scolded…’Go home.’ A damp 8 degrees w/wind yesterday, it is time to paint indoors until May, then back out to the barn. I had a great drawing season this Fall but the process is just never ending. Like I say, I will go out kicking and screaming, “I’m not done.”