Sunday, November 16, 2014

Elysian Field

This was the painting on my easel, a 12x24 oil on panel.  It depicts the Hopper late in the afternoon, as the sun streams over the mountain from the far upper right behind my shoulder to illuminate the trees and the Elysian field next to them.  The two hay wagons remind us that this is really a mundane hay field, not a place of the gods.  Except it feels so much like a holy place.

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