It might, she said, can we go?
Anywhere with you, my love.
A winter palette
Painted hues of seasons past
Bitter winds unleashed
White-washed mountains, whirling snow
Seeing more for seeing less
Capturing movement through space
Chill of pre-dawn air yields to
Entangled between wind and water
Broadside delivered, ballast shifts
Precarious stem to stern
Into the murky depths
Time, unbroken, blurs the illusion
Quells the ocean, unveils its depths
Over landscape sculpted by winter
A veil cast of simplicity
Snow blanketing last fall’s leaves
Bracing wind, hunkered down
No voices ring out
Many years ago while taking a drawing class I was forced to confront landscapes. While used to altering my camera settings to create the feel that I wanted for an image, having to do the same with pastels, while outside, seemed almost insurmountable. I began a search for artists whose work resonated with me and came across Wolf Kahn. His use of bold colors, often at odds with the subject matter, in addition to its often abstract nature, inspired me.
In the chaos of 2020 I missed that he had passed away in March at the age of ninety-two. I played with my photograph of trees, shot after a devastating wildfire swept through, to come up with this image that gave me the feel of Wolf Kahn.
In an interview he stated, “My choice of color is dictated by tact and decorum stretched by an unholy desire to be outrageous.”
Words as delicious as his work.
Happy New Year everyone! Let’s make it a good one!
Pastel wash, lines obscured
Alpenglow glazing mountain tops