Here is the latest in my Hadley Valley series.
I headed over to paint despite cold, directly west wind gusts ranging between 20-40 miles per hour. I had the time and the sun had reappeared around 1:00, just in time for my painting session. I wasn’t sure I would actually be able to paint. As I walked the trail toward the creek, I felt sure there was no way I could set up my easel and keep it upright for long. But the creek and grasses were so beautiful…I decided I would sit trailside to paint. I had to prop my EasYl Light up with my knees while I painted, so…
I now have a new pair of painting jeans.
The wind was relentless, and, though the temps were in the 40s, the wind chill was mid-thirties. I always feel so intensely invigorated when painting in high winds…its like the wind sets the pace. Another painting I remember feeling similar in the creation process is Racing Waves.
Toward the end of the session, when I was working on the finer detail work of the barn and trees, the wind was blowing so strongly that I couldn’t steady my arm to paint them well, so I finished it up in the hatch of my car.
See more in the series: