March Sun, 2015, Archival Digital Print

The changes in color are so tender, so delicate, that the slightest shift in hue is barely perceptible. I saw the grass in a few places suggest green but it was almost a mirage, so fragile a change. The in-between times of year are difficult to apprehend and to paint.  That astounding green tree, a mix of umbre and two green pigments anchors everything. The Italians must have thought they found their homeland when they looked at landscape like this.  Put in some olive trees and it is Umbria.