I am not sure I am going to make sense of this title but it seems to sum up my current pursuit of trying to capture the fleeting magic of landscape using coloured mud. It seems such an impossible task, and it often proves to be so. I am quite encouraged by my inept daubs this afternoon. If I can plot a way forward with some degree of understanding and subtlety then this promises to be a worthwhile painting.
As I paint more landscapes I can see the influence of Soutine emerging. This is no surprise, he has haunted my work for decades. If I end up a competent pasticher of his style I will settle for that.
Corner of the field, Day 2