It is great to paint outside looking at wonder of nature. I can hear the birds singing and wind hitting my face. The painting becomes a reflection of what and how I feel while moving my brush. But reality is quite different from what I think best for me. I can not concentrate in the open area. Bugs love me. I do not like to carry so much stuffs which I need to paint outside. I can not have a tea time with my beautiful china in AC controlled room. I am destine to paint inside. But someday when I am courageous I will go out and try my best.
Canvas 26″ x 8″ Oil