Diane Mannion, Chadwick Morning, 8x10" oil on linen, plein air
Why We Paint Outside
Cool morning, slight breeze, cloud speckled sky. Artists gather, chatter, settle down to paint. Two or three hours fly by along with screeching gulls and clinking sailboat halyards. Boats putter and hum along the Intercoastal Waterway and across Lemon Bay. We paint what we hear, what we smell, what we feel... along with what we see. Beginner to advanced, we all leave with an authentic experience expressed in paint. This is why we paint outside.
My view from Chadwick Park. Painting was completed on location except for scratching in the halyards with my trusty meat skewer stick later.
A curious heron was disappointed that the muffin crumb I tossed wasn't a shrimp.
And not only did I get to hear, feel, smell and see while painting this morning... I also got to taste! An artist was picking seagrapes from a nearby tree. "They're ripe," she said. "Good for making wine and jam."
So after living in Florida for over twenty years I ate my first seagrape and it was DELICIOUS!
This is why we paint outside.