I can't begin to say how valuable it is to me as an artist to observe directly from nature. It's where I receive my main source of inspiration, insight into color and composition, and where I discover the element of authenticity in my work. But, there are scenes and places I want to paint where I can't go, places I've never been. Then I'm left to my best efforts to create the right affect. This painting came from a sketch I did months ago. I just had the idea of a receding horizon, fading into a misty sky way out there. I'm sure I've seen a scene like it before, but it's not necessarily of a specific place.
Several years ago I painted many pieces with a similar theme. Those paintings stemmed from one initial piece, painted of a scene I captured forever in my memory as I flew over Holland on my way home to America...feeling like I was actually leaving home behind. It was a poignant moment, as I came home from a mission I was serving there. I'd been there for 18 months and had learned the language. In truth I felt a little Dutch. Flying over the colorful fields of early spring as I headed out toward the ocean made an indelible impression on me. One I would never forget, one that would work its way into my art time and time again. I still have that first painting of the aerial landscape fading off into pale blues and creams in the distance.
After perhaps a dozen paintings playing on that theme I left off and haven't really revisited it since. This is one of the first pieces I've done of the fading distant horizon, and I'm perhaps smitten all over again. So, are you game for more like this one?? I just may have another one or two up my sleeve. We'll see if inspiration strikes twice!