I was working on a painting this morning and Walt came over to me and said that I wasn't using enough red and the composition was fine, but boring (ok, he didn't say boring, but I knew what he meant). Predictable. Safe. Red, he reminded me, was passion. Was I lacking passion? Um... yes.
I didn't take a picture of where this at the start, but here's the more passionate, less predictable painting of Rocklands Farm.