Island at Springfield Lake

When I first began to work with paint and images of the world around me the question of what to paint kept arising. The double whammy, fears of white paper and failure always lurked. Would I get it just right would other people see what I had seen? Luckily, with the help of great teachers I was able to get down to work and just keep on going. 

On this occasion, quite some time ago, I looked out the window and was greeted with a view of the island in the midst of the changing sky and water. I had learned to keep materials at hand for just such a time and not to question the event, only to respond through gesture punctuated with line and tone. 

That day I worked with water colours on paper which provided a portable and very direct method of working that has continued to this day.