After a family fishing trip to La Farge, in Eastern Wisconsin, I feel like a breath of fresh air has been blown into my life. Although I didnt bring along a sketchbook to capture the beauty, I will never forget it. The green valleys, the marbled escarpments, and the bristled pines have been etched into my mind. While on a canoe trip down the Kickapoo River, a family member snapped this image of the rural outdoors:
Although no art was created on the trip, I feel that the journey has impacted my artistic view and style. The blacks and reds have faded from my mind, and cool natural colors have rush in--filling a long empty void. I don't know how to explain it, but it's a feeling I'm not willing to part with anytime soon.
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