A very cold plein air morning. I had lots of fun painting in public to Chopin. It felt like I was living my dream and bravely trying in front of people as a gift. It’s a gift of entertainment, of making where they live special, and I’m showing them how an artist actually struggles.
I painted for idk how long. Maybe three hours. It felt like one. My hands couldn’t really sign it because they were so cold, so my signature was done with whatever part if my hand was able to move still.
Plein air is fun because it’s about what you see as a human. I think it’s a great form of existing.
When the fog was lifting, I was able to paint that well and was proud of my piece, but then the fog lifted. I had to paint the new landscape behind the sticker bushes and farmland because the reflections on the water were different as well now. I am a person that is willing to change.