Water, Skies, and Natural Landscapes from Oregon, Washington, and travels.
Sunday, May 24, 2015
Golden Sunrise, 6 x 8 oil
Every evening there is a guy two balconies down from us who blows a conch at sunset. He has his own special way of deciding when the sun has set, which I haven't figured out yet. One night there is an actual disk visible, and he blows the sunset call while the last bit of the disk is still twinkling on the horizon. Another night, the sun is obscured by clouds. When is the actual moment of sunset? I would be tempted to consult a table on some of these nights. Whenever it is, it's always uniquely beautiful.
As a plein air painter, I spend many contented hours sitting in some inspiring spot with the sights and sounds of the outdoors, capturing my impressions of light and color. Back in the studio, these works expand, recreating a particular place in a special moment.
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