I was in a really rotten mood that
day back in 1983. I was unemployed, tired of job hunting and feeling depressed.
To improve my spirits I decided to do something I practically never did—Plein
Air painting. I packed my art supplies and
hit the road. I was a studio painter, but I’d long fantasized about the
Impressionists and what it would be like to plant an easel in a landscape,
empty my head of all preconceived thoughts and let my eyes and hands take over.
As usual things didn't go as planned. Read about it (here).
