On the first morning of the Parkville plein air event, I set up on the lawn of the President's house to capture this lovely scene. I was in the deep shade of a huge maple tree, with gentle breezes at my back. When I should have been down to take a group photo by the clock, I was up sketching on the hill, and wondering why all the easels were empty! Already in my "art brain", I charged ahead, marking that light and shadow before it swept across the whole face of the house. I really do love old, historic homes. They have a charm and sense of place that a new house never does. Painting number 1323 in 1323 days.
|House on the Hill|
Oil on panel, 14x11