Artists aren’t superheroes. No capes, no spandex onesies, and no
butlers named Alfred. Artists don’t necessarily lead extraordinary
lives in which they paint or draw between bouts of saving the world.
Artists are like you and me. They are you and me, actually. We
all go about our day-to-day lives and amidst the daily to-dos and
stressors we try to recognize inspiration when it hits, and then we try
to find enough time to actually do something about it.
Painting outdoors in winter can be an extreme sport. The snow, the
wind, the cold—it takes a certain kind of artist to paint a winter
landscape while in a winter landscape. The first time I
attempted this was a couple of years ago when I was living in
Connecticut. Two feet of snow had fallen the day before, but when I
looked out my window the scene was so inviting. I didn’t go far and
didn’t stay out long, but I had fun trying to capture the light effects
and reflective surface of the snow during daylight.
When I was a kid, my mom always cut coupons on Sunday morning. I’d sit
beside her and do the same, but I’d flip through magazines and
newspapers and cut out pictures I liked or lettering that I thought was
neat, and I never gave up my artsy coupon clipping habit because it’s a
great way to pull inspirational images into my orbit.