Running is everything to my art practice.
In Miami, I made a point to get outside every night (or every-other night) and go for a longish, meditative run. Usually I would wait until the sun had dipped behind the taller condos, because, well, Miami… but here in Michigan I’ve been looking for the hottest part of the day to head out, because it’s cold.
And now that I’m running while the sun is still up, I’m finding myself stopping far more frequently to take pictures. Some are just cute (ducks in a pond, flowers pushing through ice...etc) but most of them are images I plan to play with and expand on once I get home. Branches making shadows on the snow, patterns left by melting ice, anything with an interesting composition or color story.
I’m not sure if this habit is so great for developing as a runner, but it’s been a wonderful tool to get my brain in gear to paint for the day.
With that being said, the trails are calling my name.