"Singing the Blues" oil on canvas 24 x 24 It is a gloriously snowy day. We tromped down to the river through snow drifts, Jon breaking the path as I stumbled behind him, trying to capture the surroundings on my camera. The first snow scene in "Narnia" had nothing on this. Everything was white and every white was different; it was punctuated and defined only by the thin elegance of branch and trunk.
I may paint it in an abstract way. My painting "Singing the Blues" was interested in the colour of cast shadows on sun when the sun shines; today there was barely a hint of shadowing. It was both very modern and entirely ancient.
I'm rereading Rutherford's Sarum, and have just finished the new Boyden. As always, the unspoiled wild fascinates me; fresh snow conjures a fresh start, a pure white clean canvas.
I may paint it in an abstract way. My painting "Singing the Blues" was interested in the colour of cast shadows on sun when the sun shines; today there was barely a hint of shadowing. It was both very modern and entirely ancient.
I'm rereading Rutherford's Sarum, and have just finished the new Boyden. As always, the unspoiled wild fascinates me; fresh snow conjures a fresh start, a pure white clean canvas.
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