As I get ready to paint today, I look outside my window and see that it is a misty grey day with a "soft rain" falling. I am reminded of my December '05 trip to Ireland. And so, I picked out a Sharon Shannon CD to listen to as I paint. Suddenly I am transported back a year in time to Doolin, County Clare. I remember that first morning painting at the feet of the Cliffs of Moher. Feeling the cold wind against my hands and cheeks, and listening to the sound of 30 foot waves crashing around me, I felt small. All of nature's splendor before me, a wild place! Here's me painting that day, and the final 6"x8" oil painting from that morning.
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good picture
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