This landscape painting shows a winter sunset I saw in Clansayes, a small village in Drôme Provençale.
The sky started to fill with burning gold and deep purple.
The gold looked like paint applied diagonally with a broad sweep across the violet clouds. The distant powder blue hills played off against the gold to create a gentle pulse.
Colour rose in a crescendo and gradually faded.
This painting seeks to convey the magic of that fleeting moment.
For fans of sunsets and Emily Dickinson, here is a wonderful poem:
The Sea of Sunset
This is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;
Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western mystery!
Night after night her purple traffic
Strews the landing with opal bales;
Merchantmen poise upon horizons,
Dip, and vanish with fairy sails.
Have you ever stopped in your tracks to take in a sublime sunset?
Please let me know what you think about the painting.