Lakebound

When does a painting start?

This one began on a walk through the forest, breathing in that fresh, pine-scented air and feeling the soft, springy carpet of needles underfoot. No plan, just being in it.

Then the trees opened up and gave way to the lake. The light on the water. The quiet stillness. I knew I wanted to paint it.

That’s where a painting starts. Not in the studio, but right there in that feeling.

Lakebound, 30 x 40 inches, oil/canvas