At the time, I was working on an exhibit for the Piante Gallery in Eureka. The show featured happy, springtime paintings of rivers and gardens and parks. I couldn’t imagine going back to the studio and completing such light-weight, sunny paintings, but I was on a deadline. Near the end of the day, I walked down to the studio and looked at all the work and I finally cried. I pulled out a long, skinny masonite board and started painting the images I’d been looking at all day. It was the first time I ever painted anything from memory, so I wouldn’t call the painting a masterpiece, but it was cathartic from me. The images needed expression. I cried throughout the execution.
from Linda Mitchell Art