Mid day sun, July, Monteriggione

This was a painting in which I scraped all the paint off after a couple of hours work, sat on the ground in disgust and thought, "What the hell am I doing out here, anyway?" Alone, hot, and tired away from all the comforts of a desk or home. I empathize with Van Gogh. He once spent a week painting in the sunflower fields in the hot sun and struggled to capture what he saw. He couldn't sell his paintings to save his life. At some point, I'm sure he began to wonder "What's the point?" But he persevered, and so did I, and with a few more hours of work it all came together. And, I still have both ears.