Edge of the Salt Pond, Misquamicut
Oil on canvas, 10x20, please contact me for price and delivery options
There is something in a gray day that frees the soul to feel. There's not the forced smile of a sunny morning, the necessary cheer of a brilliant afternoon.
On a gray day, if you're feeling happy, it's a bonus. If you're feeling gray, well, it's expected.
To find color and movement in a gray afternoon is a treat for me as a painter. The wind was blowing yesterday near the breachway in Misquamicut, and there was little color in the field, or the winter-drained reeds or the tonal marsh. The tide was out, the sun was in, and the clouds scudded quickly on the wind.
By the time I finished, the sun had come out a little - but just for a peek and a wink.
I painted this one with just a few colors - an experiment in a compressed palette.
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