Remember the Impressionists...the painters who stormed out of the French academy and took their brushes and easels into the sunlight to capture fleeting impressions of color and atmosphere? I love those guys. Some days I think I was born a century too late. While working on my fog series with restrained and uber-soft brushstrokes, I got a little antsy. For weeks this painting was as gentle and smooth as its pastel palette. Then all of a sudden I got the urge to dab.. and dab, and dab, and dab and dab... there you go.
I love the result! I showed this piece to some friends and one person told me he saw an uninhibited joy in it. You can't beat that!