I journeyed to my daughter's house yesterday. She lives forty miles away in the farmlands of Suffolk. Across the road is a horse farm and the barn was visible from the shade of a tree in her front yard. I painted while she read me stories! What a juxtaposition! On the way back home, a car stopped too quickly in front of me and the easel fell in the back and tore a hole in the canvas. You can see the tear below the barn. Ah, a reason plein air artists use wood or masonite panels! The painting is painted in oils on a 9x12 stretched (and torn) canvas.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Horse Barn
I journeyed to my daughter's house yesterday. She lives forty miles away in the farmlands of Suffolk. Across the road is a horse farm and the barn was visible from the shade of a tree in her front yard. I painted while she read me stories! What a juxtaposition! On the way back home, a car stopped too quickly in front of me and the easel fell in the back and tore a hole in the canvas. You can see the tear below the barn. Ah, a reason plein air artists use wood or masonite panels! The painting is painted in oils on a 9x12 stretched (and torn) canvas.
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