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I shifted my gaze from the Beech and Ash on the bank out my window down to the surface of Wappinger Creek, which flows by the studio. It empties out to a waterfall a short ways down so the stream goes by at a pretty rapid clip, except in the dryest months. The turbulence reveals the rock bed in facets, and the color changes with the weather. Rather than rendering the creek, I’m letting the creek show me how to work, trying in the process to capture an image in the paint of the fleeting passage of the water. Kill is the local term from the old Dutch for creek.

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