I'm continuing to explore the west this week, and one of the first places I think of is Jackson Hole and the Tetons. If I had to make a list of my top 5 favorite places (I'm not good at top 5 lists, so please don't make me do this!), the Tetons would probably be on that list. I've only been there once, and it was several years ago, but I can't wait to go back. It was raining the first day we drove down into Jackson Hole from Yellowstone, and the Tetons won my heart in the first instant that they appeared. They were a deep, dark, inky blue, and they cut a jagged line down the horizon before disappearing into the mist and fog. It was dramatic, and it was beautiful. This watercolor sketch is based on a photograph I took a few days later in Jackson Hole, but I might need to look back through my photographs to see if I have one from that first day. It would be fun to try to capture that moment in paint as well.
While I painted this in my sketchbook the other night, I was listening to Neil Gaimon's commencement speech about making good art. As I worked on the color washes for the mountains, he started to talk about imagining your biggest goal as... a distant mountain. He said every decision you make and all of your work should be to get closer and closer to that mountain. Even if it means saying no to certain things. Maybe, just maybe, it was a sign that it's time to start moving towards my own mountain.