Its good to be back. Even though it was a self imposed exile, it was unnecessarily prolonged and tortured. That seems to be my style. For a deeper psychological analysis of the situation please see my BLOG. Now resurrected, it comes with a guarantee of optimism and hope.
Anyway, back to the painting. I am liking the way it is starting to look. I had been concerned that my interest in landscape may start to ebb. This is because I have never liked to stick too close to the subject matter in terms of appearance. The idea that you could imagine the finished state of a painting before you actually begin has never had any appeal to me.
However, I am slowly beginning to understand that there is a subtle translation from photograph to painting that is unique to every artist. In my case I would term this ‘poetic transformation’. This doesn’t apply to every painting I make, unfortunately.
An Autumn Day, day 5