I have been painting this week and stitching a little also. Lately, the Santa Monica Mountains have been appearing in my work. They come and go in my work weaving their magic into my life. I have painted them in watercolor, oil, fabric and thread, and now I am painting them in acrylic. I have not thought about them recurring in my work until recently. It just happens. It's no wonder that they are appearing. I end most of my days with a walk at the beach and look at these beautiful mountains for half of my walk. For the past 23 years I have hiked them with my husband, son and friends. They are important in my life.
This is a painting I started last night. I could not decide what to work on so I pulled out three unfinished mostly forgotten canvases and panels. This canvas had a painting from my night series, a half way finished moon. I did not like it but thought I would work on the moon. Something came over me and I flipped the painting around and painted Santa Monica Mountains from what I could remember from my walk. Not sure where I will go with this but it felt good.
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