” Peregrine falcon in the distance in the heat haze. As is often the case in this kind of situation, I draw too big. It is small, too small, in the eyepiece of my spotting scope. However, I paint it large on my sheet of thirty by forty centimeters. The usual consequence is that I get annoyed not to see all the details on my falcon that I would like to put there. It’s simple though, I don’t see them, that’s all. He is too far away, too blurry, but my perception makes me believe that all I see is him. The great contrasts are there, the intense light of this April day can be seen in the image. I won’t have the details, I will have the light. That is fine by me. Leaving a little room for the overall vision, without getting lost in the flourishes that weigh down the painting.
To the East
I live inbetween two worlds. To the west, the coast. The plains open to the horizon, the beaches, the fields and the lakes which welcome a whole diversity of birds which are easily observed from the road. One searches with excitement for the unexpected rarity. To the east, the mountains. The forests that close the