Size: 16"W x 20"H x 1"D
Year Created: 2018
16" x 20"
Acrylic on canvas
Its darkness reflects the darker moods: regret, loss, pain, slashed with the argent of that which wounded it. The deep blues of melancholy raining through.
One of my rare forays into abstraction, part of my Cubism Dream Series, Cubic Onyxia both at once both oppressive in its heavy blacks and blues and hopeful, the slash of white breaking through the dark bricks covering the promise of blue skies or deep water.
My first love has always been landscapes. My parents took my sister and I to Paris when we were around 14 or 15. Of course the city was amazing, but our one short trip to the Louvre...just blew me away. I say short, because any trip to the Louvre is too short. We spent the entire day there and probably saw a quarter of what they had to offer. That moment when you're standing back from a painting and it looks like you're there. And then you step forward a foot or two and you notice the trees aren't quite trees. And then another step forward and you see the sky is a spray of color, not soft clouds scudding across azure. So you have to go right up to the canvas, nearly touching it with your nose and inspect the brushwork, the bristles of the instrument apparent in the pigment and see the rocks and the grass for what they are - brilliant, almost random flecks of inspiration, mere motes of oils and painstakingly ground minerals, put there by a person, and you think, "I can do that..."