Shadows on Snow
2024, original oil on Ampersand cradleboard, 6x6”
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I love the color of shadows on snow in February—there’s nothing like it. I was particularly enchanted with these tree shadows spilling up the double hill of the lawn across the street from my studio. I made a pastel painting looking out the window and then the next day tried in oils. I strove to capture the bright sunlight on snow and that special blue-purple of the shadows. I used a putty knife and palette knife so this is quite a textured piece.
2024, original oil on Ampersand cradleboard, 6x6”
Hover for detail; click for full view.
I love the color of shadows on snow in February—there’s nothing like it. I was particularly enchanted with these tree shadows spilling up the double hill of the lawn across the street from my studio. I made a pastel painting looking out the window and then the next day tried in oils. I strove to capture the bright sunlight on snow and that special blue-purple of the shadows. I used a putty knife and palette knife so this is quite a textured piece.
2024, original oil on Ampersand cradleboard, 6x6”
Hover for detail; click for full view.
I love the color of shadows on snow in February—there’s nothing like it. I was particularly enchanted with these tree shadows spilling up the double hill of the lawn across the street from my studio. I made a pastel painting looking out the window and then the next day tried in oils. I strove to capture the bright sunlight on snow and that special blue-purple of the shadows. I used a putty knife and palette knife so this is quite a textured piece.
This is the first of several paintings I’ve made of the black walnut trees in the field across the street. In May the lush grass and wildflowers is soft and rich and inviting. The tree trunks are always changing their colors in the shifting shadows and light. For many years my neighbor, who passed away in 2022, mowed this hayfield with a scythe. Black walnuts have been planted by the family, and the field is still mowed for hay (though now with a noisy tractor). I love watching the field and its trees change day by day and season by season, and I’m grateful to the Hardigg family for keeping it as a place for growing things. It’s a good place for watching bats flutter about at twilight, and every so often you might see a fox pass through, loping or dashing, depending on what’s going on.