a bit of the October fields
There is much clamor in the fields. Especially with the sunlight's attention upon them, some of the leaves and flowers and grasses are flashing crazy. They nearly scream almost constantly: me. A mere painter, I watch with awe and a bit of atavistic fear. And I seek out patches in the field that are still brilliant and yet can also temper the excesses around them.
This small pastel painting I did after I returned from a visit and 600 miles of driving. All along the route, the grasses carried much color and they anchored and carried and neighbored much splendor all around them. At first I drew mostly the individual grasses/marks and more bright colors all around. Finished, the field suggests--more than states--its wider/wilder activity, still colorful.
Ahead, in early November, the fields will be quieter.
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