Knowing that memory is faulty somehow takes the pressure out of the exercise. The aim isn't to sketch what was seen so much as it is to synthesize the memory, the impression left on the mind by the sight. (Throw in cardboard as the painting surface and the stress of making a nice image all but vanishes.)
Sometimes it's nature's colors that really make an impact, as in the image above seen on a flight home. This massive thunderhead was floating somewhere over the Great Plains, glowing in the sunset. The whole sky vibrated with rich color. Other times it's the mood of a scene that tickles fancy. I saw something like the image below while driving down a country road on a misty night. The grain elevator looked like some mysterious bastion glowing on the horizon.
Or maybe, an effect of the atmosphere or of light will catch my eye, like trees looming out of the fog or the moon glowing behind thin clouds.
And sometimes it's the landscape itself that interests me.
Plein air painting (or simply sketching from life) doubtless serves as a better method of learning, but the act of painting from memory exercises the imagination and the ability to translate what's in the mind onto the paper. Painting from life and painting from the imagination are both important activities; the former expands your visual vocabulary and the latter helps solidify what you've learned. It's not always a bad thing being caught without a sketchbook in hand...






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