Tuesday, March 2, 2010
I wrote a post while I was in Vermont mentioning the light in my studio there and even though it was a little bit pesky if I was trying to actually paint, it was a comforting element in my space. My windows faced east, and slightly south, so when the sun was out (which was not too often actually, it was a pretty gray month) the light moved from one side of the studio to the other between about 10am and 1pm. And just by chance it often illuminated my work that was hanging on the walls and I was always trying to quickly find my camera to get a good shot.
Sometimes it seemed as if the light was communicating with me, telling me to do another painting:
Showing me the drama in the Black Paintings:
Highlighting a favorite:
And gently saying goodbye as I was taking my work down at the end of my time there......
And PS: JT was visiting my studio on a sunny morning and here is his hand: