I cant imagine making art in any other place our property is magical.
The beautiful thing about being outside is the freedom does not allow the work to become contrived. The humidity in the summer, the crispness in the fall, the rejuvenation of spring all finds its way into the art. I work outside in the foothills of Appalachia. I enjoy working in the sun, the dusk, the rain and the air. I hear the buzz of the cicadas, feel the sting of the mosquitoes and smell the faint sweetness of honeysuckle. Working inside can stifle emotion and trap creativity. This is why I work outdoors.
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