Late Afternoon Daffodils 5" x 8" oil

What a glorious day!  It was already 4 pm, but I had finished the bookkeeping, planted the zinnias in little peat pots, got the falafels dehydrating and posted some of my rambling thoughts on seeing the Picasso and the Avant Garde at the Philadelphia Museum last Sunday.  By 5 pm, the light had changed drastically and I called it finished.

I’m becoming more familiar with my limited palette and my instincts are showing signs of having been reprogrammed, upgraded from the previous version of bad habit overload.

I’ve learned a lovely new word, pochade, a french word meaning rough sketch.  I don’t know why I didn’t know it already.

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