Friday, June 5, 2020

On My Nightstand, on My Easel (18)

On my nightstand

And then she moved 
from shock to grief 
the way she might 
enter another room. 

Anita Shreve, The Pilot's Wife


On my easel

work in progress, 47 days in, 6/4/20
24 x 48" canvas

6 comments:

carol edan said...

Moving easily from one section to the next. Dividing the space. Amazing the tones the texture creates.

dotty seiter: now playing said...

Thanks, Carol. Lots of fun playing with that texture.

Lola (Jen Jovan) said...

A beautiful transition...the texture uniting what is clearly separated. And that passage - oof.

dotty seiter: now playing said...

Thanks for your feedback on visual language here, Jen; love your 'texture uniting what is clearly separated' description. As to today's passage and one or two that preceded it, they were in place well ahead of this week, and I took note of their potential 'oof' effect on you as they released from the queue one by one.

Sheila said...

Evocative words, and delightful peek here. Love the texture, leading my eye like rivers in a forest. :)

dotty seiter: now playing said...

Your words evocative as well, Sheila. Thanks!

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