A pale, abstract winter unfolds across the canvas: broad, muted sweeps of white and steel blue suggest heavy snow pressing down on a landscape of skeletal trees, their blackened limbs jutting like silent questions into an overcast sky. Shapes blur and harden at once—an implied mountain ridge, the ghost of a frozen lake rimmed with fragile icicles—while a distant, muted sunset leaks a thin band of rose and amber that trembles and doubles in a hesitant reflection on the foreground ice. The forms keep their distance, never resolving into certainty; perhaps the scene is real, perhaps imagined, perhaps remembered and reimagined through cold breath. Whatever its origin, the painting holds a relentless solitude: very, very cold, and very, very lonely.
Unframed original oil/canvas 24” x 36”.
A pale, abstract winter unfolds across the canvas: broad, muted sweeps of white and steel blue suggest heavy snow pressing down on a landscape of skeletal trees, their blackened limbs jutting like silent questions into an overcast sky. Shapes blur and harden at once—an implied mountain ridge, the ghost of a frozen lake rimmed with fragile icicles—while a distant, muted sunset leaks a thin band of rose and amber that trembles and doubles in a hesitant reflection on the foreground ice. The forms keep their distance, never resolving into certainty; perhaps the scene is real, perhaps imagined, perhaps remembered and reimagined through cold breath. Whatever its origin, the painting holds a relentless solitude: very, very cold, and very, very lonely.
Unframed original oil/canvas 24” x 36”.