Silent Watchers of the Night
Oil on Masonite, 24 x 30 in
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Now that I see it here I see a few more things I need to fix – this is the penultimate pic of my newest painting. This time of evening, dusk, I always find inexpressably sad – but because I’m a little odd, when I saw these dead trees watching over the frozen marsh at dusk, I found them deeply comforting. Something in the way they stood together as a front or a community – against the cold, in spite of death.