Watching the churning water of Lake Michigan is as spell binding as staring into a campfire - I do not want to look away. It beckons me to it's side, reaching for me like a lover. The crashing melody of it's waves, lulls me into a trance as I paint. So often, the process of painting fully engages my senses, leaving me unaware of my surroundings. I am lost in the painting. I must be careful here, the edge of the cliff is close and it is a long way down. I don't think I could capture all of Lake Michigan's moods if I could paint here every day. Painting number 1314 in 1314 days.
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| Churning Water at Cave Point Oil on panel, 8x10 Door County, Wisconsin purchase here |
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