50 Landscapes

I have to always demonstrate when I teach Western landscape painting, though I am not a master at painting landscapes. While making replicas of other artist's works, I started painting the scenes around me; thanks to COVID-19, I've gotten into the habit of photographing and toying with composition, which are now the basis for my landscape paintings. Anyway, at the end of the course, I expressed my plan to make 50 miniature paintings in the coming year and also urged students to paint more in preparation for any future prospective exhibitions. At first, I would spend three hours each night painting. Over time, my passion grew, and I stayed in the studio longer and later yet still in high spirits until late at night. I am aware this is viewed as addiction, which isn't necessarily fatal, but is bad to the body. This reminds me of my addiction to running; despite extreme discomfort, I kept pushing myself to go farther and cover more ground. Thankfully, I have completed the 50 paintings. Even if I paint while seated, prolonged sitting is still unhealthy. What’s next? Let's decide later.

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