I spent a lot of time with my sister's family over the long Labor Day weekend, and I also spent a lot of time painting. I tried (and failed) to recreate the mood and feeling of the recent flowerpainting from my sketchbook. But nothing turned out the way I wanted it to. It didn't help that I was experimenting with some new surfaces (claybord and aquabord), but most of the blame still lies with me. I abandoned the looseness and lightness of the sketchbook painting, and found myself with overly busy compositions and messy over-worked paintings... and disappointment. But I keep reminding myself that I also learned something throughout the process, so it wasn't a complete loss. Still... wouldn't it be nice if everything always turned out perfectly? :)
I also decided to make the sketchbook painting into a print because I keep flipping back to that page in my sketchbook. It reminds me of summer, which now that Labor Day is gone and September has arrived, is more or less over. However, summer can stick around as long as it likes. I'm in no hurry.