I enjoyed it so much, sitting on the thick root of an old Magnolia to work on this painting. It’s kind of a Zen thing for me.
I’d be more comfortable standing up to draw and paint, but I walked all around the gazebo and thought the best view was more uphill from it, under the tree. A big branch was partially blocking my view so I had to move around too see. I decided not to paint the branch that was in my way, but I also enjoyed the way the leaves glow when the sun shines through them. Have you ever noticed that? This painting wasn’t about the Magnolia, though.
If you look in the other direction from there, you can see the end of the Italian Garden, with a stone wall and roses. It smells sooooo sweet, even in the end of Oct. I’m going back to that tree next year.
What I don’t get is, why am I on this beautiful path alone?