You never know where a painting can be found. A melody may be right under you foot. You start tapping. It appears. Here the gouache game played in C major. Looking for the rhythm in the landscape and capturing its sound in paint is indeed a great part of the pleasure of painting. Light flickers as the earth turns. Shadows leap over sidewalk curbs, palms turn their yellow fronds outward. Everything in transition. Moments broken by captured strokes. Hours vanish. In the end you are standing in an empty parking lot. Rapturous and undone.
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