Week three. January 2015.
What will happen if I concentrate only on the abstract qualities of the scene and elbow out my realistic tendencies?
Snow at the Edge of the Woods, 8" x 6", oil on panel, $100 unframed.
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Cue the vintage Candid Camera skit...
Afternoon at the edge of the quiet woods. Snow falls softly.
ARTIST, bundled against the cold, sits on a folding stool with a pochade box in her lap. She is completely lost in painting the scene before her. The snow falls gently.
HORSE, brown and white spotted, steps into the field behind ARTIST. HORSE slowly and silently walks across the field and halts behind ARTIST. ARTIST is oblivious and continues to paint.
HORSE extends her neck, delicately unfurls a glistening pink tongue and gently licks ARTIST'S cheek.
A scream pierces the quiet woods. Brushes, paint tubes and painting fly through the air. ARTIST runs.
HORSE licks the painting that is lying face-up in the grass. Snow falls gently on it.
FADE TO BLACK.