Its an interesting thing about painting on location. On occasion unexpected things appear as if by magic in my compositions. I never know exactly but it could be just the very act of splashing watercolor on a large sheet of paper held by a tipsy easel in the sunshine with nothing but fresh air and an occasional zephyr to interrupt my train of thought. I am so at oneness with nature during these times that little can interrupt the magical transference of my colors to the paper.
It was a day of wispy clouds which precede the thunderheads that build their majestic formations over the Kiabab and produce a shower or two of sweet smelling rain. The cedar trees were producing rolling patterns on the golden brush below them. Occasional clumps of turquoise sage rested above a vermillion wash bank just before me. These were my focus.
I don't remember actually painting the rays of sunshine that shone on the summer slopes...it just happened. But these accidental happenings are what make the medium of watercolor so very special. I loved the effect and hope that you will enjoy it to!
