
Mid July, sitting in the shade under the cherry trees looking north. The red of the Packing House was brighter than the prior works. I still couldn't seem to paint the trees without overworking them, though the traveled portion of the grass (foreground) came out agreeably. My life is like my painting, tight and controlled. I want the work to be freer and less restricted, which is a struggle.
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