Late light, that time when colors begin to warm and soften. A time when colors lose their names, but gain adjectives – reddish brown, lavender-tinged gray, crimson black. The poet W.S. Merwin wrote a poem titled “To the Morning (1)” which contains a line that sums up the circumstances I encountered on the day I began this painting. Merwin says
“…Was there once a day when I knew what to ask looking into the bright hour while it was arrayed before me…”
The bright hour, luminous light with an undefined source. Magical – few words, but perhaps a series of paintings?
Encountering a radiant lily, then seeing the petite bladderworts in its company, is also the subject of the painting. Flagrant beauty surrounded by modestly enchanting companions. I identify more with the bladderwort, which can be so easily overlooked.
Enjoy. Details below.
Technical painting notes: Layered transparent glazes were used to create the in-between tones in the painting (transparent pigments mixed into an alkyd medium, applied thinly)
Oh I love this! Both the painting and your writings about it. You’re true artist.
Thank you Heidi! Merwin’s words are often an inspiration. I saw your two gorgeous pencil portraits of your sons – so sensitively and lovingly done.