The pond, the pond. I spent a couple hours at the pond yesterday when the sun finally came out. There's something magical, dark and fantastical about this pond. This painting is a 9x12 oil on linen.
I've been reading Julian Barnes' "Keeping An Eye Open: Essays on Art." He quotes Georges Braque, who wrote, "The only thing that matters in art is what cannot be explained." Barnes tries to explain a few things nevertheless, but I like the quote, nevertheless. I'm trying to get at something I can't explain.
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