Today on my hike I was astounded at the vastness of yellow. The fields and fallow vineyards are carpeted with goldenrod.
The painting below was rendered at the end of September –last year. It was one that came together beautifully and I am happy with the composition, movement and brushwork. More importantly, the experience of painting it as I know this subject intimately. When I moved here the vineyard was nurtured and harvested but five years ago was left to go fallow.
The posts and vines are still firmly rooted in the earth—even though there is no wire to hold them up… when I am really struggling with my work, this painting helps me get through..
September, Greenbelt Disaster
oil on canvas