I might make a mistake if I painted snow paintings to sell. I'm not sure they sell in my gallery unless there is lots of warm windows and happy Christmas cards to go, but I love to paint snow paintings. I like to snowshoe on the mesa, watch the snow sparkle like diamonds in the mesa's crown. There has been enough snow to snowshoe around our house this year. I follow deer track, see the doe with snow on her nose. It's all crisp, clears my head, makes me feel free. If I can see the snow I can do anything. It means there is water in the summer, It means the sky is clean. Color is sent through the prism of crystals and all the color is there in the white.
Whatever we paint, some of it must please us, without any gratification other than the love of it. Enjoy what you paint. It shows. Paint on.
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