Dog Days

They are here, the Dog Days of Summer and yet today is lovely. Feels almost as pleasant as Santa Fe. Meanwhile I've been working on a 48 x 48" painting which started out as a trio of horses, then morphed into a landscape of the Bonita Pueblo ruins, and has ended up a landscape of the fields of Aude, France.

Painting these fields was like coming home. Gone was the obsession that I had to change my style, do something new. Gone was the sense my work just wasn't good enough. Instead I painted from the heart, the fields merging into each other, vaguely separated by borderless color, scumbling intense hue over intense hue until the fields shimmer in the sun. I am liberated!