A flaming red maple in autumn - just had to be painted. I had painted this same tree in late spring when the field was ploughed and trees were all green.
There is something exhilarating about painting – the whole creative process, the learnings and the discoveries, and always – the challenges. I started painting in watercolour when the children were leaving home. A few years later, my artist mother suggested oils, and it has become a passion. I share my journey with this blog as I stretch myself with the exhuberant intention of painting daily.
A flaming red maple in autumn - just had to be painted. I had painted this same tree in late spring when the field was ploughed and trees were all green.
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