Day thirty-seven – Friday August 3 – 2018. Starting at 1445
1 hour 35 minutes
30cm x 30cm
An overwhelming scenery to paint. Loads of dried up plants scattered all around. It’s hard to separate one from the other, and to grasp the essence and forms. I focus on colour.
May, June and July, and hardly any rain at all. The driest summer in seventy years, or perhaps since the first statistic weather-records began. The tarn is emptying.
It’s passed three weeks since last painting because I’ve had a vacation. It brought me out of my weekly routine, and I began to doubt my abilities. If it weren’t for the obligations I have forced myself into, I would not gone painting today. Luckily I did.
The evening was dry, hot and cloudy.