An old piece recently disinterred. It was done in 2008. The colors in the painting are less pronounced and bright than in this reproduction (photography is not my forte). In fact, aside from the white feather and some of the reds, the colors are drab, even sullen, and, apart from the yellow, without highlights. The somber colors remind me of how the light often looks before a storm. Maybe that's what I was trying to capture... that is, if I was trying to capture anything at all. After all these years, your guess is as good as mine. So I'll just assume I wasn't trying to capture any effect of light and that this was simply something fun to paint and let it go at that.
Saturday, February 1, 2020
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A High-Handed Horse
There's nothing to this. It's merely the result of spending some time in the company of a pencil when neither of us had much to say.
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