Here is the start of my painting - the block in that I spoke about - in the Big Beech Woods. When you're surrounded by greens and silvery bark, a colorful mushroom in all health and splendor, sitting in a bed of moss, with beech roots poking through the ground, right at the edge of the trail, is something you just can't walk by. It was like a beacon in the night! Obviously the fungus knew an artist was coming and put on a most colorful outfit.
I worked for a couple of hours, with my feet slanting in two different directions. Painting on a slant is not the most pleasant way to paint, on two slants even worse, but the subject was so enticing.