August 11th, 2012
Oil on Canvas, 18 x 24 in

I haven’t decided whether to “fix” this or just leave it alone. I stopped painting when the wind started stirring and sucking a storm towards me full speed. I was looking to my left at a clump of bushes, because I a) have been in a convoluted frame of mind lately and find it helps to match my brain’s intricacies with intricate subject matter and b) I was seeing cathedrals in them – the branches looked like cold stone arches, flying buttresses amidst stained glass coloured patches of relief. I was more interested in painting “expressive impressionistically” than shooting for precision.