Through the Fields 12x16 oil
There's something about the morning light glancing across the tops of ripe grains, those amber waves, those brilliant swaths of brightness. It is dramatic and it sends the soul soaring.
Tender Meadows 8x10 oil
I feel the need to work on this motif, this idea of a ready harvest and the abundance around us in summer. In the time of Covid, maybe there is a deeper yearning for wide open spaces like this, something that speaks to safety and refuge.
But in the end, how can I ever forget water, and the way light dances on the surface?
Near the Row Club 16x20 oil
3 comments:
These are lovely, Mitch. Your field paintings are quite poetic. Keep it up.
Thank you, Jo. Your support means a lot.
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