Just finished a painting of morning color on the marsh of the lowcountry.
Only it is now late in the evening, with a rumbling storm on the way from the south, flickering in the night sky. I've just spent a little time on the lowcountry marsh, watching in my mind's eye as the sun has risen over the marsh grass, light dancing on the water. It was a mental vacation, imagining the cheep of birds, the cool damp breeze blowing over my skin. Thankfully, I can edit out the nipping bugs!
How fortunate we as artists are -- to create our world and live in it!