Today I had lunch with a very good friend from our teaching days, but before that I was able to spend an hour working on the watercolor study. Then off to lunch for memories and laughter. Back to another hour on the 1913 Farm and then an hour on quilting.
Here's the 1913 Farm from Tuesday:
And here it is from today:
Now, what do I think? More than ever I am wondering if this scene is worth a full blown finished piece, and right now, my answer is no. It is a scene I love and look forward to seeing every year on our vacation. BUT . . . having spent time painting it, I realize that my emotional attachment is one thing, and the artistic merit is something altogether different.
This is probably the first time I've really explored this dichotomy - something I love isn't worth painting. Wow! It's like looking at a photo of a beloved grandchild only to realize that he/she isn't especially photogenic. Not an easy realization but necessary.
You may not see any more studies of this particular landscape; like many a grandparent, I have to come to terms with what I love isn't of interest to anyone else.