They had a big and very old silo that I think was made from ceramic blocks. We didn't go in it but one of the interns is calling it home. I became a bit fixated on it because it was so unusual and ended up painting it both weeks. This first painting was done from very close to the car in the shade of a huge willow tree.
I discovered that if I hiked down the farm lane a bit, climbed a rather steep embankment and avoided the electric fence I could stand in knee deep grass and get a view of the entrance to the silo/guest house. I lost my coffee mug in the grass somewhere but it was rather worth it.
One would think that being inspired would make things easier however I find that it often means I get frustrated and overwork my painting. There is simply too much pressure to get it right. That happened with both of these to a certain extent. I am happy with both of them more because of the wonderful memories than because they are great paintings.
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