Mountains in the Mist

I recently began visualizing these fantasy landscapes. Places I go to for comfort, often with combinations of mountains, oceans, and sky. It could be on earth or it could be elsewhere. Sometimes it's California, probably because I lived there for awhile.

I usually arrive there by some circuitous route. This one began as a painting of Craig.

After a few hours, it was clear that things weren't going well. I momentarily lost control, and just smushed up the paint into a messy directionless collision of the colors that were there. The skin color became a sort of mist in front of the mountains. Doesn't seem to be planet earth. The yellow in the sky is too strong for dusk, too deliberate for noon.

I put in the moutainous ledge in the foreground, just to have a place to stand.