Winter’s Meadow

I have painted here before, and find refreshing new views to consider. I enjoy the still quiet of this space with its changing variations of texture and subtle color. I had recently done a small painting here the day before when there had been a light fog that was dispersing, and everything had been rendered fairly soft by the atmospheric condition.
By comparison, here in this companion piece painted with the same color palette as from the day before, we see a return to a slightly crisper view of the grasses and tree shapes. It was still overcast as it had been for several days, but the remarkable warmth of the previous day had left the area, a new cold front with more snow was coming. I recall that I felt pressed as I was rendering the clumps and masses of grasses and weedy plants- working while attentive to the patterns, structure and detail, but without making the illusion of the textures too prominent. The light was fading, I hadn’t much time to paint that day and needed to work quickly to finish. It was pleasurable work, the effort was rewarded. I went home at dusk cold, but pleased.