Flat land is like a calm sea. Few things break it up – perhaps a tree or a whale breeching. It is a challenge to compress the lines of the landscape into the narrow space seen to convey depth, space, and a sense of the land’s geography. The vast sky can dominate.
I have to admit, I am on a winter kick. Cold, chill. And loneliness. I don’t tend to paint or photograph people or civilization, but as far as painting goes, I need to get into painting them. I’m doing okay with moving inland water. But buildings, people, and oceans leave me baffled for now.
So, the open spaces of the flatlands between mountain ranges. Harsh weather, blasted heaths, winter and wild weather. The hint of spring.
Ink, Yarn & Beer 