It was a warm, sunny day. Redfish Lake in central Idaho. I was with my new bride. We were in love. We were excited with our enchanted life together. We ran, frolicked and splashed in the ice cold water. We didn’t have a care in the world.
Forty years later, I found a reel of super 8 movies of the trip. The film was so brittle it broke each time I touched it. Still, I was able to see selected frames. The picture quality was poor, but the feeling was wonderful. I remembered the magic. I got out a canvas and my oil paints. Rather than using a brush, I blocked out shapes and color with a knife. It’s kind of an abstract, but it brought back the feeling of that day.
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That is fascinating to me. I have never heard of that technique before. I always love your emails and paintings. Thanks, this is great.
It amazes me that you can paint so beautifully with a knife! You certainly captured the feeling of such a wonderful time in your life.
I love it.