Back in Provence. It's the last morning of the workshop. The others are packing, saying goodbye, picking a last herbs de Provence. At noon we go off to catch the TGV for PARIS!
I finally get the bug to paint those pink houses. I finally get the Provençal lumiere and atmosphere. After 6 days of hanging out in the cafés of Goult, Joucas, l'Isle sur la Sorgue, Lacoste, Ménerbes, Roussillon, St- Saturnin-Lès-Apt, I'm ready for pink (rosé).
My sketchbook is smallish, about 6" x 8 1/2" and hand-made. I can easily paint on a tray table on the train or leaning against a stucco wall. It keeps me free and loose. If a painting doesn't work out, just turn the page and next. It's not like working on a full sheet of Arches 300lb coldpress paper where consequences are dire. At times the best materials aren't essential to say something. At noon I jump in the van with the others and off I go, back to Paris cafés, smoke and smog.
the pink houses the joli maisons, teh sprout up like champions!
ReplyDelete"At times the best materials aren't essential to say something."
ReplyDeleteYou're so right,Carol.