Whenever I come home for an extended period of time, I am always struck by the humidity. The air in Pougnadorresse France is dry. It is filled with the smell of lavender and sage and it feels like a baked fig leaf in the afternoon sun. This creates a different type of light that makes painting a challenging jigsaw puzzle with sharp shadows of a landscape set up like a still life on a table with a big naked bulb shining down from above. My region of South Carolina is the o