Rotary Park on the Snohomish River is one of those paintings that, while not very complex, was difficult to bring to a conclusion. This often happens when a the subject changes quite radically over time. It was a painting that has been chased all over the place over the past year.
The main problem was that the City of Everett neglects to trim back the foreground, and I kept having to shift my point-of-view to see my subject. By summer's end the Snohomish River was barely, a profusion of jungle à la Le Douanier Rousseau.
There is always the possibility that by chasing a scene's changes, it will escape from me entirely. I'm reminded of Antonio López García's basement of failures in Victor Erice's "The Quince Tree Sun." Nature inspires, but she never cooperates.