For this painting, I was blessed with a beautiful reference photo taken by my friends, Ann and Steve on their trip to Tanzania a few years ago. I am enthralled with the beautiful acacia trees. I am happy with the complimentary color palette and am getting a little more familiar with the oil paints.
A visit to Door County wouldn't be complete without a walk on the Sunset Path in Door County's Peninsula State Park. It is so beautiful and calming and I love to observe how the light hits the trees and the path. This week, my husband and I rode the 9.75 mile path on bikes, just as we did so many times with our children when they were young. We stopped at all the old spots---near the Lake to skip stones, the lighthouse, the boat ramp, the camp grounds--- and reminisced about seeing deer in the woods, and how the kids pretended to be afraid at the entry to a steep slope with a warning sign "Parents, Watch Your Children!" We stopped many times to take pictures, but I got brave and photographed many path scenes, including this one, while riding my bike. yikes.
This is another scene from the Sunset Trail in Peninsula State Park, Door County. Painting these last few path scenes has helped me with a large painting I have on my easel of a path leading to the sea in Hilton Head. There is a lot more to it than the path, but I feel I made good progress there today. I'll keep plugging away.
Despite the humidity, the rain, and the intense allergy conditions, I am mentally back in Door County on the Sunset Trail. Here is another scene, this time painted with acrylics, and fyi, I'm not asking my husband's opinion today after yesterday's response. hmpff. I wonder which scene and medium you prefer.
Door County, Wisconsin is a beautiful place, a peninsula with Green Bay to the west side and Lake Michigan to the east and not much distance in between. Peninsula State Park is a popular place for camping, biking, hiking and cross country skiing. On Saturday, the day after my party, I walked along the beautiful Sunset Trail, so grateful for the beautiful scenery, the perfect lighting, and all the blessings of the weekend, reflecting on good friends, beautiful art, and admiration for Mother Nature.
On Sunday, yesterday, I watched an artist demonstrate his painting technique at the gallery. He uses inexpensive hardware store brushes and paints with liberation. Maybe it was my mental return to this scene, or a reckless abandon, or possibly a new-found confidence, but I loved painting this so loose and without intimidation by the oil paints. My bubble was burst when my husband asked, "What is it?"