This is from a reference photo I took a year ago near Avondale. I worked in my studio all afternoon because this morning’s results on the paint-out were a flop. I told my husband I think I’m going backwards.
In frustration, I needed to do something reassuring and started a painting with some plovers on a rock. That headed in the wrong direction quickly (I’m hoping it can be salvaged) and I put it aside to dry.
I pulled out the storm clouds and worked out my frustration on those. In Lit. class we might have called that a pathetic fallacy, or maybe, all’s well that ends well. Time to call it a night.