Lush grass is nice problem. I love it, on the one hand – love sitting in it, looking at it, running my hands over it, watching it ripple in the wind. But painting it – hoi. You start with big brushes, you’re excited, you get the bright bold colors blocked in. And then you get distracted. Because it’s grass, right? Hundreds and thousands of individual little stalks and leaves and buds and they’re all sparkling because it’s spring and the sun’s shining and the breeze is ruffling them. Lost in the details the grass tends to get fussy, loses its lushness, and your painting fails to capture the effect.
So this time I tried to show some restraint – big brushes only. No little-bitty-leaf painting. I think it helped.