It's cold, but it's beautiful. Be brave. We'll put a happy little bush here. A fan brush is a fantastic piece of equipment. Use it. Make friends with it. Put it in, leave it alone.
Just go out and talk to a tree. Make friends with it. There is immense joy in just watching - watching all the little creatures in nature. The light is your friend. Preserve it. I guess I'm a little weird. I like to talk to trees and animals. That's okay though; I have more fun than most people. We spend so much of our life looking - but never seeing. In your imagination you can go anywhere you want.
Trees cover up a multitude of sins. The little tiny Tim easels will let you down. Work that paint. And right there you got an almighty cloud. The shadows are just like the highlights, but we're going in the opposite direction.
We tell people sometimes: we're like drug dealers, come into town and get everybody absolutely addicted to painting. It doesn't take much to get you addicted. We touch the canvas, the canvas takes what it wants. If you don't think every day is a good day - try missing a few. You'll see. Give him a friend, we forget the trees get lonely too. Every highlight needs it's own personal shadow.
This is a fantastic little painting. Let's do it again then, what the heck. There's not a thing in the world wrong with washing your brush. We don't have to be concerned about it. We just have to let it fall where it will.
Just use the old one inch brush. That is when you can experience true joy, when you have no fear. Even the worst thing we can do here is good.