Never underestimate the speed, grace or brilliance of a sunset.  I learned that yesterday. I’d overslept in the morning, and missed the sunrise.  So, even if it was raining, I was committed to painting at sunset.  I’m eager to maintain a productive painting schedule; I feel as if I missed

This morning, the sunrise flashed some spectacular colors… but only briefly. Fortunately, I was poised by my window with my palette and brushes in hand. Though snow is still on the ground, the colors of spring are emerging! This oil sketch took about 10 minutes.  The vivid colors were visible

As I’m writing this, this part of NH is under a blanket of pristine, white snow.   It’s “winter wonderland” time again! Initially, I looked at the mostly white landscape and thought, “Okay, not painting this morning.” However, the longer I looked at it, the more I saw the subtle colors

The sun is back! When I woke up this morning, the skies and the weather map looked like the sunrise would be dismal.  I wasn’t sure I’d be able to paint en plein air. (Of course, I had a Plan B ready.) Instead, the clouds broke and the sun came

Among the many things I love about being an artist is the joy I take in colors.  Whether they’re the vibrant shades of spring and autumn, or the subtle greys of winter and the sizzling whites of summer… I love color! This morning, the skies were heavy with rain.  The

There was no actual sunrise this morning.  Not that I could see, anyway.  I wondered if my neighbor, Lesley, was thinking, “There’s no way she’s painting a sunrise this morning.” But… I did!  Okay, I’m calling it a “snowrise” because it’s not sunny at all. The could cover is heavy,