Frequently, the most compelling images to paint are the most fleeting: the clouds that quickly morph and dissolve, the light that briefly transforms the everyday, the moments that are glorious but transient. Frustration at falling short, of failing to capture complexity, is inevitable, but perhaps pinning it down is besides the point, contrary to the magic. Perhaps a vestige of it is enough.
Upton Lake, Clouds, 1:15 pm, November 28th, 2020Upton Lake,12:30 pm, November 28th, 2020
In Progress – November 28th, 2020
In Progress – November 28th, 2020
Setting Sun, Hobbs Lane, Clinton Corners, 3:50 pm, November 28th, 2020Hobbs Lane, MG Painting 3:51pm, PHOTO – Mark PowellGolden Hour, Hobbs Lane, November 28th, 2020
A different moment in time, is the derelict barn. I have watched it deteriorate for nine years, but on this particular Sunday it’s slow demise seemed particularly poignant and beautiful.
In progress - November 29th, 2020
In progress - November 29th, 2020
In progress - November 29th, 2020
In progress - November 29th, 2020
Derelict Barn, Buttercup Audubon Preserve, 1:00 pm, November 29th, 2020
