Touch ups to the wetlands at Pokagon State Park.
Seems like Indiana’s March came in like a lamb, but it’s going out like a very grumpy feline. After a beautiful Easter weekend, I’ve been stuck inside touching up plein air paintings from previous visits to the parks, while reading up on techniques and painting equipment. As rain lashes my apartment windows, I turn up the volume on YouTube videos describing the outdoor adventures of artists in kinder climates.
Oh, the irony. Spring will come in her own time, I suppose. In the meantime, I’ll enjoy the comforts and convenience of dry quarters and digital photography to recreate the great outdoors. After all, nothing puts a damper on plein air painting better than rain.
Paints in the Parks 
I congratulate you on the art of making the best of things. I think it’s the calling of the artist: if the world around you is a grumpy feline, then make your own world.
The close-up of the painting is a wonderful illustration of process, with its canvas texture and strokes and daubs. And I love the presence of the brush, bringing you into the picture sort of by proxy.
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I hadn’t thought of the angle of the brush leading the eye into the painting before you mentioned the proxy. Thanks as always for your insights, Maureen.
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