The dream about color field paintings, abstract shapes juxtaposed, shifted my gears. For the last three weeks, images of colorful linens strung from balconies and apartment windows captured my imagination. The dream gave me permission to play with them.
Playing with this one granted my wish to play more. Adding the two flower pots to the railing at first felt like a violation. Freed from my landscape palette, I granted freedom to my notion of wrong-doing. I rather think the flower pots make the painting sing!
Settling into a slower lifestyle here, I find myself fermenting images the way they do grapes. Rather than rushing around like a banshee with a plein air paint brush, I am letting images distill in my memory.
Some sink to the bottom, others float. Of the floaters, when I begin to taste one by memory, it’s time to paint. I napped for three days waiting. This is one that floated.
Val d’Orcia is know as the heart of Tuscany. Sprawling expansive hills spread out as far as one can see, serpentine threads of cypress . A dream woke me to the realization that my painting is centered on color, abstract shapes juxtaposed.
This image’s abstract geometric structure seemed the perfect opportunity to divorce myself from the responsibility of rendering a realistic landscape. Engaged in an invigorating game, color play like a game of checkers. If the sky is lavender the field is yellow, its compliment.
Within that, brilliant translucent yellow counters warm pinks. Lime green glows in the shadows against the same translucent warm yellow. The game continues.
Warm purples counter warm yellow lights between the line of trees. Depth and playful light go hand in hand. Deep cool green shadows counter-balance tall cypress. Stop before freshness disappears.
I rather like that I think I see a human form in the landscape. Arms outstretched, legs and feet standing ~ or lying out in the landscape. That would be me.
Down the street from my villa, this grand palace perches atop Poggio alla Croce. It’s Roman arches frame views of Figline to the east and Florence to the west. The turquoise sky presents a brilliant counterpoint to it’s earth Tuscan Yellow.