That is the name of a country song by Dolly Parton. Only the title applies to this post.
If my record keeping is correct (and it rarely is, but closies count here), then I am beginning oil painting #75 in 2018.
I didn’t mean to begin another oil painting, because hot weather is here and the swamp cooler is barely adequate for the really hot days. But I was flipping through some photos, looking for something now forgotten, and I saw a photo of the South Fork of the Kaweah River (here in Three Rivers, pronounced “kuh-WEE-uh”). It has been awhile since I painted water; last year I obsessively drew water in pencil, but this year only painted it when it appeared beneath a bridge or in a Mineral King painting.
Why did I begin this when I have the large commissioned oil painting of Homer’s Nose with the Oak Grove Bridge?
- Because I am 58 and I can do what I want. . . OR
- Because the 18×24″ painting was too intimidating. . . OR
- Because sometimes I just drift and flail and fly by the seat of my pants. . .OR
- I dunno; your guess is as good as mine.
Someone around here needs to parent herself a little better. Or boss herself. Or not.
Today’s oil painting for sale: