Saturday, August 8, 2009

HIGH BRIDGE



A cloudy day, and I am tucked in below the largest bridge in the park, with a view of the creek and overhanging trees. The park is bustling. Families, kids, dogs, people on horseback, all clomping across the bridge. The sun peeks out for a few minutes, then disappears.

A pair of women on horseback keep calling to the kids not to run and scare the horses. Apparently one of the horses is young and easily spooked. I am wondering why she chose to bring it to a park full of people and dogs before it is ready.

The water under the bridge has barely a ripple. The woods is a dark place, overhung with trees, the creek set in a hollow. I take advantage of every bit of light, pushing the various shades of brown, adding lighter colors. At home, the painting is far too dark, but will serve as notes for a studio piece.

4 comments:

Celeste Bergin said...

Nice work...and I love the story that goes with it!

Karen E. Lewis said...

Thanks. Sometimes when I'm painting, I feel like a fly on the wall.

G. Lindwood said...

I like the light and shadows in this piece. Pretty.

Karen E. Lewis said...

Thanks! It's a beautiful park.

Karen