As lunch subsided on this my third day, I could not stop staring at the vast tracts of wildflowers all around this field station. Picking up my supplies, I began this small sketch, concentrating on each individual flower, thinking of the focused discipline of my favorite northern Renaissance figure. I went to great lengths masquing the blossoms so as not to lose them in the greenery later.
As I began masquing, layering, scraping and spritzing the greenery however, my technique shifted to Jackson Pollock. I’m not sure if the techniques of these two men belong on the same page, but there it is.
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