The end of a frustrating afternoon. My wet panel boxes were almost empty––few paintings had sprung from my brush that day––and I was feeling disappointed. What I had tried and how I had tried to paint had simply failed to bring forth much satisfaction. And on top of that, the light was now fading very quickly. Not much time left to paint anyway, I scowled. But then something inside of me took that as a challenge and I turned quickly into the coming darkness and painted very wet and very fast and captured the look of the curtain as it fell over the forest.
Oil on panel 6″ x 6″