It’s fun to puddle around in our imagination, but it can mean losing one’s sense of place. We can be either in our heads or in the world, but seldom in both places simultaneously.
When does a plein air piece turn into a studio piece? For purposes of jurying, this painter would like to know.
The color of light is one of the most important concepts in painting. It’s most easily understood on a snowy winter day.
Brrh! Some artists (including me) are called to paint in the Great White North. What are we thinking?