 Brigantine. A poem.
Between the sand and air, time escapes into the infinity of the horizon. This painting of the sea wall at the north end of the island is 5 x 7 inches and I plan to submit it to a show in Doylestown called 40 Art. All artworks will be 5 x 7 inches, unsigned (this is only digitally signed), and available for $40 from July 15-July 17. I can't wait to check it out!
3 Comments
Cathy
6/29/2016 03:16:55 pm
Beautiful!
Julia
6/29/2016 08:38:03 pm
Thanks, Cathy!
rob Rix
7/13/2016 05:33:34 pm
They painting gets it, and' by leaving out so much, gains advantage. The perspective lines tell the eye exactly where to look, and, looking, is well pleased. The view is strong and unrelenting. But, alas, due to this success, the poem fails; the mind's eye is a jealous thing, and, when threatened, overcompensates. All horizons are infinite. The redundancy is a tell: the poem cannot compete with the painting. Leave a Reply. |
