9/20/13 twigart / by Philip Tarlow

i went out to the creek to paint and fell flat on my face as i was searching for the right spot. all my brushes flew out of my back pack and i couldn't find them. it was a perfect day, i was psyched to paint and i wasn't going to turn back.  i had to find a solution.


the entire painting was painted with the two twigs you can see lying on the upper left portion of my palette. 

9.20.13 n.crestone creek 16x16 oil on linen