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.
