The day we went out to paint this knoll was a
cold and foggy San Francisco summer afternoon. The oil paint got so stiff
that I had to keep adding more and more medium so I could keepit flowing.
Still, I kept working until my hands stiffened so completely that I finally
had to quit because I couldn't hold on to the brushes any more. I kept
dropping them bristles down in the dirt. But I knew that there might not
be a second chance at this scene. And, I wanted to capture the way the
fogmingled with the branches of the trees and how the bright reds and
cadmium yellows of the nasturtium blossoms stood out against the dull
greens of the live oak and the juniper shrubs. Sure enough, the sun had
come out, the following day. The sky was clear blue, it was a glorious
day... but, the nasturtiums were gone.