I revisited this pond today—in paint only. It's quite frozen and gloomy in reality. Every feature that made it worth painting in the first place has died. Replaced by grey sticks, grey sky and grey ice. No, it's no longer a place of serenity, but dread. So I cheered myself by deceiving myself into a late summer mindset. What harm is that?
|"Serenity Pond II"|
12" x 12"
Oil on wrapped canvas
The first time I painted this, besides using a smaller square format, I used a different palette of colors. It's not better or worse, just different. I'm tempted now to enlarge it one more time to a 24" x 24" piece and do it in great detail. I just may do that.