I usually shy away from painting screaming-red maple trees in the fall. Why is that, you ask? Years ago a teacher once lectured our class about how awful it was to paint “those nasty reds and oranges! Right out of the tube! Nay, NAY!” But today I felt rebellious. I was going to face those shameless colors once and for all! I had to step away from my “tree root painting” for a day anyway. There are only so many days of tree root-painting a person can take. We’d just gotten over a number of gloomy, rainy days and the sun was out. I was ready to rip! Red maples! Blue sky! But ach — it was chilly. I tried to block the stiff breeze with my car but it didn’t help. This spot is in a quirky campground on US 31, north of Eastport. All my brushes were super-frayed-out, but I plowed ahead anyway. What the heck. Some days are like that….
Here’s my setup:
Margie Guyot Art 