So Much to Paint, No More Time
I am struggling with a detail of the grape vines, essential to get it right. Yet here I am somewhere in this landscape that is saturated with history and blood where humans have created art for thirty thousand years. That tiny white dot to the left of the Vineyard buildings, that is me, under a market umbrella painting grape leaves with the point of an 0 size sable brush. It is quite unlikely anything I paint will end up getting knocked down at Sotheby’s for six figures, or in a limestone cave for that matter. French tourists stop to take pictures, local drivers-by pause and give a thumbs up, Arrière-Grand-Mere (great grandmother) from the Chateau B******* vineyard pronounces it “magnifique!” So much to paint, no more time.
JP
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