Spring, early afternoon, I
was plein air painting at Traderhorn Lake in Mississippi. A quietness filled
the air as the water was rushing against the shore In a distance I could hear
two men talking, one yelled, "I caught one". As I took a closer look at the boat I didn’t
see a person At that time I realized how much painting is like
fishing. When you are fishing you are sitting still in the moment waiting
for the big fish. When you are painting you are in the moment waiting for the
light or just the right emotion to create in a painting.
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