Our plein air outing on the Tualatin this morning was pleasant and beautiful, but I just didn't feel I had it in me today, and so I am posting a painting I did this past week from the same spot. Even this one feels like the start of something as yet unfinished, but I am not inclined to linger on it, since I have other things to get to.
This notebook sketch of Ezra Pound was interesting to me because of the tipped back angle of his head, and the almost haughty look it gave him. He was an interesting figure in American poetry; some great poets who followed him felt he introduced the modernity that was to follow, but his reputation was marred by his adherence to Fascism leading up to World War II.
And this above is one of my work-out sketches, dashed off in brief moments between sets of lifting weights. It is small (5x7) done with a largish brush, but I was satisfied that it captured a bit of character.