Misty Magic

"Morning Mist, Oklahoma Spring," 11 x 14 300 lb. d'Arches cold press paper

Driving through the countryside this week,  on a damp day, I was search for subjects for paintings. I  could see the mist settling in over the hillsides, fuzzing the edges of the landscape, of the fences, of the green trees and the ripening wheat.
Yet there was color and drama, perhaps increased by the enchantment of the mist in the distance. I didn't find anything specific, but in spite of the gray, cloudy day, in gray cloudy pandemic pandemonium, I wanted to paint the mist.
Thus today's watercolor, on the edge of a spring Oklahoma wheat field, before the rising sun burns off the magic of the mist.
Color? There is color where you find it, where you imagine it, because we need it.
Misty Magic, the largest I've painting in a while, and one I'm happy enough with to frame.