Cucugcan Narrative While Painting Dorothy dhunter Adams IMG 6631
Sunday 1:00 pm and the bells of the Church ring out with one single peal joining the small birds twittering their chorus, and bees humming atop the wild sweet peas on the hillside..
There is a gentle quiet in the hills, cotton-puff white clouds dot the cobalt sky and the soft wind soughs through the almond and olive trees. Terra cotta rooftops sparkle in the sun and narrow medieval streets are lined with ancient facades.
All around our painting view from the hillside, patchwork fields are ribbing their way through the hills with grape vines warming in the sun and through these hills meandering paths keep a watchful eye on Cucugnan.
Sunday 1:00 pm and the bells of the Church ring out with one single peal joining the small birds twittering their chorus, and bees humming atop the wild sweet peas on the hillside..
There is a gentle quiet in the hills, cotton-puff white clouds dot the cobalt sky and the soft wind soughs through the almond and olive trees. Terra cotta rooftops sparkle in the sun and narrow medieval streets are lined with ancient facades.
All around our painting view from the hillside, patchwork fields are ribbing their way through the hills with grape vines warming in the sun and through these hills meandering paths keep a watchful eye on Cucugnan.