The brief glint of sun breaking through thick clouds is always an exhilarating moment. I painted Mustard Fields as the afternoon light waned. The last burst of sunlight illuminated the landscape only briefly so I worked quickly.
On a sunny day, the beauty of the emerald green hills washed by the sun reminds us to rejoice in the moment instead of fearing a dry season. Darkening the day with worried thoughts won’t make the rain fall. When the hills are golden under a bright July sky, I’ll look at these paintings and remember the glorious, unexpected light I had in February.