“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape– the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.” Andrew Wyeth, American artist who died in 2009.
“Snowbound”, 9×12 ” acrylic on gallery wrapped canvas.
Well, all I have to say is that I tried to paint the northern lights in the night sky.
In the city, we never get to see aurora borealis, but back home, in northern Ontario, the starry night sky is lit with shimmering greens and pinks and blues.
I could not help but think of home while painting this scene.
The land is rugged and beautiful with myriad pristine lakes and vast forests. I was inspired by my memory of skating and snowmobiling on frozen lakes and rivers.
Of course, there is a loneliness to the land, the feeling that the silence and the cold are harbingers of death and despair. There is a feeling that something lies waiting…lurking in the shadows.
But if one can forget that sense of foreboding, then there is much to appreciate.
The fresh smell of the woods, the invigorating crisp air, the crunch of the crusty snow near the shore all add to the enjoyment of an evening spent outdoors in the north.