I started a self portrait today. It was back lit with the bright green of a sunlit Pavlovnia tree; the view from outside my bedroom window. I feel at home here at the Terra residency, my view in Brooklyn is much the same. The big house we get to stay in, "Goupil," is cozy. It's surrounded by a maze of hedges, gardens and other residency houses. As a result it feels special and secret even though the tourists park right outside the hedge every morning. And when they leave again, like clockwork, around 6 every evening, our patio and the entire town beyond becomes a peaceful new world.
My painting was not going well, and when I had painted myself into not seeing, I walked out onto the grounds and lay on my back in the grass. Something I do not have the luxury of doing in New York. I watched the trees above in the fading day. One was dark from the sun leaving it and the other was still the bright acid green of my painting. I saw when I looked beyond, high in the sky, countless tiny sparrows diving in front of the clouds. I watched them for some time and then I went back to my easel.
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