8 x 10
oil on gessoed hardboard
One of the problems most artists have is knowing when to just stop, and realizing that a painting is finished. Some of us tend to keep "messing" with it and end up overworking the detail. Didn't have that problem with this one. A cold front started moving in about mid way through this and the wind kept getting stronger and stronger, when one last gust blew easel and everything over. Okay, painting is finished at that point!
Thanks to my thoughtful husband for suggesting a weekend trip to East Texas for some plein air painting for me and some photography for him. This was painted just north of Paris, Texas.