It runs in my blood. My great grandfather made literally hundreds of really odd landscape paintings. Apparently I’m following in his footsteps. Out of nowhere last week, I decided to pick up a bunch of art supplies. Jay’s latest artwork got me inspired.
I started about five days ago, painting a different scene from last fall and winter’s favorite fishing days. My last day of the spring 2010 winter steelhead season, a run on the Deschutes that Rob and I stole from Chris after he broke his rod on a fish, Jay hooked up with a big rainbow on the lower McKenzie, Ethan with his whale of a redside, my first chum salmon.
I can’t really draw, or paint. But what’s cool about this is what I remember. How much more detail is clear in my mind again. I’m going off photos, remembering the day, trying to copy down what it was like, rather than trying to make it look good. Buy a sketch pad and try it on your next two hour-long conference call. Seriously.