This is the latest, an abstract composition of forms defined mostly by color; the colors mostly subtle grays. These trees, rather homely as trees go, have been transformed by the constant assault of nature, and have a runty survivor’s dignity. The color scheme and I go back to childhood; I like weathered, silver grey beach houses and driftwood fences, dried grasses, and sand peppered by violet shadows. Not colorful? Look again.
The small indication of the figure was added today, and she may or may not stay. The composition may hold up without her, but the warm tones of her figure and the suggestion of scale thrown into this blender of lights and darks seemed helpful.
untitled, oil on hand primed linen, 22 x 24″
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Without the figure, the trees appear a lot smaller, like bushes, so much so that I see the figure as a miniature human. I love the greys. I’ve heard that an artist is known by his greys.
Hi Polly, thanks for the input. The original conception included the possibility of a figure for the color and motion, as well as the reasons you’ve mentioned, namely scale. And I’m with you on the greys; for me they stir an emotional response. Some can’t get that, I know, and in that regard I feel that only certain people will respond to this place the way I do.
We’ll likely be painting here together in a week or so, Polly, it’s one of the location we’ll be visiting.