Evenings outside the back door of my studio are usually pretty spectacular. During the winter the sandhill cranes circle, gathering together to head north each evening for the Gila River. They call to each other and I feel like they are calling me, too.
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| When the Cranes Gather Watercolor on paper 18" x 24" |
Now and then we have what I call a 'golden evening.' The atmospheric qualities are just right for the sun to turn the whole evening a luminous shade of gold. The desert lights up, making my throat ache with the beauty of it. This painting is an attempt to capture not only the golden light but the peace and quiet of my home.
The fourth attempt, I feel like I met my objective with this. Thank goodness! I was about to tear my hair out.
8 comments:
Gorgeous painting! I've heard sandhill cranes flying over - the strangest sound! It's a rare treat to see about a dozen flying over and away from us and calling.
Thank you!
This looks just like home. I love the light in Southern New Mexico. You can't find that anywhere else.
This is gorgeous light!!! I love the sandhill cranes when they fly over...it's like an aerial marker of seasons about to change...
I like you're idea of them as markers.
It's true!
wonderful painting!!!
Thank you!
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