I have always loved the idea of plein-air painting: Heading out into into the late afternoon sun with my easel slung over my shoulder, looking for the perfect vista before which to set up shop and capture the epic scene before me. In real life however, it means packing my tripod, my pochade box, my canvas, paints, brushes, and the rest of it. So much for simple wandering: I need a location a priori, and a path from the car to my painting location which accommodates me and my noisy, cumbersome rolling cart. So much more planning... so much more stuff! To hold it all I need a car more than a knapsack and too often just the idea of all that preparation makes me think of some lame excuse to postpone my outing.
Minimum Equipment, Maximum Artist
Minimum Equipment, Maximum Artist
Minimum Equipment, Maximum Artist
I have always loved the idea of plein-air painting: Heading out into into the late afternoon sun with my easel slung over my shoulder, looking for the perfect vista before which to set up shop and capture the epic scene before me. In real life however, it means packing my tripod, my pochade box, my canvas, paints, brushes, and the rest of it. So much for simple wandering: I need a location a priori, and a path from the car to my painting location which accommodates me and my noisy, cumbersome rolling cart. So much more planning... so much more stuff! To hold it all I need a car more than a knapsack and too often just the idea of all that preparation makes me think of some lame excuse to postpone my outing.