Soaring

2002

32" X 24"

Oil on Panel

SOLD

It is January. But you wouldn’t know it for the warmth.
A mid-winter thaw which would only qualify if this was a real winter.

This painting began as a study of light. And air. And the color of shadows.
A tiny dear cabin. Sleeping two who must, or will soon, be intimate.
But it has the magic of being able to open wide in the summer months to the island sun and its well traveled breezes.
I wanted to capture it on just such a day.
When the fan would hide beneath the bunk and there would be no question of lingering.
An ocean awaits. Cotton sleeves rolled up and straw hat brims pulled down.
Thermal winds and the suddenness of a lone gull popping up over the edge of the bluff. The perfect balance of design and chance.
Flying on the pulse of freedom itself.
Soaring.

But it is winter still.
And I cannot help but think that this spell of warmth may be in some small part conjured up by the painting itself.
The Chilmark winds rising and smiling on the planet.