Land of Light
In the moments before the helicopter crashed I was mesmerized ahigh by the undulating wooded hills reaching into the almighty Santa Lucias where the light was blazing and spilling out wide and beyond. A painting in light as in a dream, but I suddenly awakened by a sickening explosion of sound and a spinning helicopter. I will always remember those terrifying moments but to this day I find myself still spellbound by the enshrouding day’s end sunlight as virgin and pristine as light from any heaven. Take a drive in the late afternoon through Paso West and share in the luxuriant luminosity. When I began painting the undulating landscape of the vine loving foothills I noted the intensity of color was similarly immaculate. Pure color directly from the artist’s tube. I observed that the hues of the sky’s horizon were as vivid and distinct as the crown of the sky above
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