Trinity is the name of this little painting. It’s a rusty little painting and that’s pretty much how I feel. Spring has sprung, and I’ve pronounced war against my yard once again. Last saturday I got a nice battle scar on my forehead from an Oak tree branch while mowing. The weekend before that i spend about 12 hours in one day cutting and burning brush. It’s a tough job that doesnt get any easier with age and my body doesnt bounce back like it used to. As far as this painting goes it did turn out rusty. I intended to paint some rusty colored flies tonight but I didnt expect it to turn out this way. Actually I didnt expect it to turn out any particular way. I’ve sort of abandoned the whole notion of trying to paint the images in my mind. I usually abandon that image about 2 minutes into a painting and just go with where the painting takes me. If I listen to my body, it’s telling me to take it easy, open up a cold labatts and chill out for awhile. Tomorrow I’ll make another attempt at a few more flies.
The Heron 