Cold wax, hot wax, I simply cannot choose my favorite. Where one is liquid and transluscent, the other is nuanced and minimal. Lush or austere? Why should I choose at all?
I flew into Telluride Airport in a little mosquito of an airplane that bounced all over the sky and swooped around the high mountains sideways. The beginning of my adventure. Not for the faint hearted.
What greeted me next were the most beautiful colors and piercing contrasts imaginable. Alpine wildflowers. A toy city in a box canyon at 8750 ft. elevation. The airport at 9000 ft. is the highest in the United States and sits atop a flat mountain where the runway catapults you out over the tops of even higher mountain peaks.
These are Rebecca Crowell's well-worn tools.
Yummy oil paints.
Simple tools and media. Cold wax. Oil paint. Spatulas and things to press into the paint.
It was a 6 day wonder. I walked everywhere, even in the afternoon thunderstorms.
I painted what I felt in the colors that bring me joy.
Making beauty. That's all I want to do.