Occoquan Wildlife Refuge

I painted this the day my grandmother died several states away from me. She went peacefully in her sleep.

It was my first and last time going to this location. Parking was awkward and I came home with four ticks, a common nuisance of plein air work.

Afterwards, I was never happy with the painting. It wasn't a good day all around.

My other grandmother always told me, "Never knit when you're angry, because you'll have to pull it all out." I can generalize that, I believe, into saying to not paint when your heart isn't in it.

Occoquan Refuge
Pastel on Pastelboard