I showed this painting before in its “nearly-finished” state. Since then, it’s been sitting on my drying shelf waiting for me to decide what to do with it. Finally, a few days ago, I took it down from the shelf, put in on the easel, and grabbed my paints.
I didn’t do much to it. I made the tree a bit more noticeable, tried to create a somewhat “grassy, weedy” feel, added a few little dabs of color here and there, signed it, and called it “done.”
Nature is persistent, indeed, and I loved the image of this tree jutting out from the edge of this cliff.
It feels good to call a painting complete, and to think now of what I’ll put on the easel next. There are imperfections in the painting. Oh, well. That’s part of the art, and I’m learning to appreciate the flaws that make each painting I do uniquely my own.