January 14,1995, was a very cold day in the Slocan Valley. I headed out with a large panelboard and set to work capturing this frost laden landscape. The paint froze within seconds of application but I kept dashing down the impressions of colour, light, and form.
I headed home after thirty freezing minutes.The painting started to melt and change appearance once in the house. The top right mountain held it’s own and I used that section to steer my course for the rest of the picture.
Going to the edge will always give weight and magic to your creative effort. Comfort is the fuel for mediocrity.