Catskill Mist

Updated: May 1

Mist in the morning, very simply put...makes me happy. The pale white veil of mist that gets caught in the crotch of my Catskill Mountain view hangs like an exotic drape over the landscape. Some linear lines of tree trunks come and go.

The ongoing revealing and concealing as the breeze and sun collaborate makes me want to go in to the studio and paint.

I love the unknown of what colors will do as I layer and push paint around. Out comes the sponge, the squeegee, the big wide brush and the pushing and pulling and scraping and mushing begins. Cobalt blue. No! Ultramarine blue. Wait! See what happens when I put on both and wipe away. It's the process of looking and painting that dazzles me everyday.





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