One of two paintings from this past week after a magnificent late summer storm rolled in over the hills. Standing in a local park with a colleague on a break from archiving our township’s historic documents, we watched the sky change color and the winds come up. The storm was the tail end of Hurricane Bill and plunked down more rain that we didn’t need. The visuals lodged in my memory and evolved into a slightly larger than usual work – at least for the year’s production.
Late August, Oil on canvas 16″x32″, 2009.
I really enjoy this one. I like where you come from to paint it, too. It puts me in mind of driving down a country road with my dad once and him making note of the fact that a certain portion would make a nice painting. I asked him if he wanted to stop and go back and take a photo, and he said “no, no, no….much better to paint it from my mind”. And he did, and it is one of my favorite’s of his.
Thanks Miriam- what a wonderful memory.
Fantastic work!
i like how you capture the late summer colors meeting the approaching summer storm.
historical documents, hmmm? ah – ah – chooooo!
glad to see you are staying busy. ;]
Thanks Sylvie and Deborah- now 2 weeks later it’s suddenly fall.