I kept my landscape painting close to home tonight. I took my pochade box out to my own backyard. The neighbors have a great clump of birch trees. Perfect for one last plein air painting of the day, though I had to paint fast to capture the evening light before it changed as the sun went down.
After finishing up with the birch trees outside, I brought my painting inside the house. Walking through our living room, I couldn’t help but notice a similarity to a small watercolor painted by my grandmother, North Shore watercolor artist, Vi Olson. I’ve always thought of her as the matriarch of my artistic lineage. I think this little painting shows that whether I’m thinking of it consciously or not, my grandmother and her birch tree paintings did have a huge influence on me.