While we were in the Dordogne and told them we were going to Brittany, somebody thought we were going to visit Brittany Spears! In part that’s because Bretagne has its own language and doesn’t refer to itself as “Brittany” rather Breton, Bretagne or Breizh. What a magical place it is. We’re in Le Conquet, a peninsula jutting out far into the sea. The rugged cliffs are blanketed in bold colored wildflowers and the sea as many shades and hues as the entire blue palette. It is the first time and the place, I’ve thought about painting landscapes. Not sure I’m ready to make the plunge, but I have a far better understanding of why painters are so captivated by nature. Curiously, I did a painting yesterday and the dominant color is green. Maybe it’s my unconscious homage to Mother Nature!
