The drawing one makes from life is often sloppy. Well, sometimes life can be sloppy. Nature is often sloppy with leaves and branches going this way and that way. I can’t recall where I was or when I drew this, but I can see that I was in a hurry. Yet I was able to grab a lot of specific impressions of the place and its colors. Something of the mood, too, of the bare trees — and perhaps a cold day — comes across in the form of a bracing sense of air — and ambiguous contrasts of solitude and almost frantic energy.
One of the wonderful things about working outdoors is the sense of connectedness you get to the moment, the specific time of day, the temperature of the air, the sense of the air around you and the emotions inside you.