acrylic
It is always gratifying when you feel that you have grown or learned something new. For me, my time in Florida has forced me to look carefully at palm trees. Perhaps, because I am a northeast born and raised woman, I never really liked paintings with palm trees, especially when those trees were situated on a beach and silhouetted against garish sunsets or sunrises. They always appeared cliche, phony, over-colored , painted assembly line-like.
Painting with a plein air group in Florida, I had no choice. Palms were everywhere we went. I had to paint them. I didn't want to paint a stylized version of a palm tree. The one, that as a child, I painted with palm branches radiating from the center, like a wheel, usually with coconuts. So I forced myself to really look at them. The more I looked, the more I learned to appreciate their gracefulness and beauty. We are leaving in a week, but I will be anxious to return next year to continue observing and painting these beautiful trees. As for those "garish", phony-looking sunrises and sunsets, "they're real and they're spectacular."
