I painted this a few weeks back on a rather cool day with fog that kept obscuring the winter sun. After a couple of minor touch up in studio it feels right…cold, but right. It was cold by the way which added to the sense of urgency in painting. Sometimes that breathes a life into a painting that can escape in the comforts of the studio.

Ice on Astotin Lake (Elk Island National Park) | 9×12 oil on canvas-wood panel

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