The Gilded Path One of my daily pleasures is to make paths in the woods which are located out my back door. I walk them alone or sometimes with my daughter who climbs the trees. We take our goats in the woods so they might enjoy the tasty morsels of foliage. While raking the paths I take notice of tender new plants that emerge after a winter's rest. These new sprouts change the direction of my path. I have a particular spot that I seem focused on so I began doing a pencil study. The path The log from a dead tree (located on the right) serves as a watering trough for the animals. The tree itself had been a fallen tree and has since birthed a new tree. I love to watch the light play through the leaves onto the paths. Initially, I thought of creating a watercolor from this sketch which I had started. Rather than allowing the painting to take me where it wanted to go I was the one controlling the painting. I stopped. Placed it aside and took another prepa
Creating what moves you.