Oh the beauty of a lavender field is a feast for the eyes and for the nose! The fragrance surrounds me as the gentle breeze whispers through the blooms, and I whisper back with paint. It is truly a joy to submerse myself in a place like this, and then to capture my experience in the moment with paint. This is what plein air is. A living and breathing thing, only to be shaped by the one holding the paintbrush. Here, I capture the essence of the place in my journal, to commit to oils another day. Painting number 1673 in 1673 days.
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