Spring brings very different weather every day. Today the snow kept obscuring and then retreating and allowing the mountains to reappear as I was painting. It was completely fluid. I was in the middle of this indecision. The only way to catch it was to move within it.
There is a certain type of landscape painting which requires a constant resurgence of seeing. The painter, Russell Chatham, once told me that he saw something as he was driving to the grocery store which he incorporated into his work. One is always refining one's perception. It spills over.
Living here is really a gift for all of us. But especially if you are a painter. Driving to the grocery store.
Oil on board. 8"x10"