Spring, early afternoon, I was plein air painting at Traderhorn Lake in Mississippi. A quietness filled the air as the water was rushing against the shore In a distance I could hear two men talking, one yelled, “I caught one”. As I took a closer look at the boat I didn’t see a person At that time I realized how much painting is like fishing. When you are fishing you are sitting still in the moment waiting for the big fish. When you are painting you are in the moment waiting for the light or just the right emotion to create in a painting.
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