House in the Woods :: Maison dans le bois

Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose uneared womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother’s glass and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
But if thou live, remembered not to be,
Die single and thine image dies with thee.
— William Shakespeare, Sonnet III

It was a gorgeous fall day, with deep fog in the early morning and being replaced by a dazzling sun by 1000h. The leaves are starting to turn on the mountain of Rigaud and the sugar maples are a blazing yellow-orange colour. I am still in the process of learning how to paint without putting ink lines — and the temptation of adding them is still very strong -)

C’était une journée d’automne magnifique, avec un profond brouillard en début de matinée et remplacé par un soleil éblouissant vers 10h00. Les feuilles changent de couleur sur la montagne de Rigaud et les érables à sucre sont  jaune-orange flamboyant. Je suis encore en train d’apprendre à peindre sans mettre les lignes d’encre – et la tentation de les ajouter est encore très forte -)

Paper: Handbook Travelogue Series, grand portrait size
Colours: Aureolin, Burnt Sienna, Indanthrone Blue
Location: Rigaud, Québec, Canada