And this is an earlier version of the painting:
Following is a poem by Robert Frost about dusk:
As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music — hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.
To dark in the woods for a bird
By sleight of wing
To better its perch for the night,
Though it still could sing.
The last of the light of the sun
That had died in the west
Still lived for one song more
In a thrush’s breast.
Far in the pillared dark
Thrush music went —
Almost like a call to come in
To the dark and lament.
But no, I was out for stars;
I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked;
And I hadn’t been.
Inspiration for “Dusk” came about on a very blustery day. We wanted to check out the waves at Beavertail Park in Rhode Island because someone on Facebook posted how choppy the waters were on the bay. So off we went on an adventure looking for waves.
Upon our arrival, we discovered not quite as choppy as we thought but very blustery and chilly. I, as usual, stayed in the car and watched Dan wander around camera in hand. Too cold to do any “plein air” painting. He captured the essence of the day as it traveled into dusk and another painting was born. This one is on the large side–32″W by 62″L and is on display at a private location. It may end up in the Henry Carter Hull Library show in April 2014.
Wishing everyone a good one!
Dan (the artist) and Nancy (the blogger)