Thursday, August 4, 2011

Fog 3

Fog 3
Oil on Wood
The wind has shifted East and a light drizzle has been falling all day. The sailor says, "nothing good ever comes out of the East." But that depends what your definition of "good" is. I could wander around in the grayness of it all for a long time happily,  finally having found a way to soften the color without everything turning to mush. Am going to continue on in this vein. Until the sun comes out.

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