painted during the first day of En Plein Air Texas - as I was midway through this watercolor the light began to change dramatically- at the same time a breeze started to rise. A rusty little rhythm started playing from this old windmill… soon I had it memorized and it stayed in my head. Later in the afternoon, I met the ranch owner, Mrs Choate, she knew that tune also. As a young girl the windmill turned just outside her bedroom.
painted during the first day of En Plein Air Texas - as I was midway through this watercolor the light began to change dramatically- at the same time a breeze started to rise. A rusty little rhythm started playing from this old windmill… soon I had it memorized and it stayed in my head. Later in the afternoon, I met the ranch owner, Mrs Choate, she knew that tune also. As a young girl the windmill turned just outside her bedroom.