March 30th, 2013
Cox Reservation, Essex MA
Oil on Canvas, 18 x 24 in

I can’t tell you how angry I was with this stupid painting yesterday. I ducked and tiptoed my way back to the car with it in hand, lest some other painter might ask to see it. When they did – in spite of my precautions – it was only the life-long, iron-clad habit of stifling my impulses that kept me from kicking them in the shins and running away. Today, I can see that some of it is ok. Yesterday was such a stunningly beautiful day, unless I were the angel of John Singer Sargeant and painting with light and not paint could I really have done it justice. I can do a few things to this painting to make it a little better, but I’m pretty sure every time I look at it I’ll still feel the urge to growl and kick people.