Inspiration for oil painting “End of Day” and a poem by Walt Whitman “Song at Sunset”

Fine Art Oil Painting by Daniel S. Dahlstrom, Chester, Connecticut Artist “End of Day” (Old Saybrook, Connecticut)

Fine Art Oil Painting "End of Day" (Old Saybrook, Connecticut)

What was the creative process for “End of Day”:

Dan had been out painting “en plein air” (in the open air or outside)in the North Cove area of Old Saybrook during the morning hours. He had been taking classes to hone his craft and produced some great daytime paintings (which has since sold), and he decided he wanted to capture a sunset of the area. So he waited for a spectacular evening and off he went with his camera to North Cove. At this time of the day, he was not going to set up his easel and paint as the skies darkened-not a good idea. As the sky filled with the unusual colorization of the sunset-reds, oranges, and yellows reflecting in the water, against the blues, purples and greens  of the landmasses, his inspiration filled as well. This contrasting of colors produced an interesting depth of field, which he wanted to capture on canvas, and now you see the end result—“End of Day.”

Also, thought that you might enjoy this poem by Walt Whitman:

Song at Sunset. by Walt Whitman

SPLENDOR of ended day, floating and filling me!
Hour prophetic—hour resuming the past!
Inflating my throat—you, divine average!
You, Earth and Life, till the last ray gleams, I sing
Open mouth of my Soul, uttering gladness,
Eyes of my Soul, seeing perfection,
Natural life of me, faithfully praising things;
Corroborating forever the triumph of things.

Illustrious every one!
Illustrious what we name space—sphere of unnumber’d spirits;
Illustrious the mystery of motion, in all beings, even the tiniest insect;
Illustrious the attribute of speech—the senses—the body;
Illustrious the passing light! Illustrious the pale reflection on the new moon in the
Illustrious whatever I see, or hear, or touch, to the last.

Good in all,
In the satisfaction and aplomb of animals,
In the annual return of the seasons,
In the hilarity of youth,
In the strength and flush of manhood,
In the grandeur and exquisiteness of old age,
In the superb vistas of Death.

Wonderful to depart;
Wonderful to be here!
The heart, to jet the all-alike and innocent blood!
To breathe the air, how delicious!
To speak! to walk! to seize something by the hand!
To prepare for sleep, for bed—to look on my rose-color’d flesh;
To be conscious of my body, so satisfied, so large;
To be this incredible God I am;
To have gone forth among other Gods—these men and women I love.

Wonderful how I celebrate you and myself!
How my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles around!
How the clouds pass silently overhead!
How the earth darts on and on! and how the sun, moon, stars, dart on and on!
How the water sports and sings! (Surely it is alive!)
How the trees rise and stand up—with strong trunks—with branches and leaves!
(Surely there is something more in each of the tree—some living Soul.)

O amazement of things! even the least particle!
O spirituality of things!
O strain musical, flowing through ages and continents—now reaching me and America!
I take your strong chords—I intersperse them, and cheerfully pass them forward.

I too carol the sun, usher’d, or at noon, or, as now, setting,
I too throb to the brain and beauty of the earth, and of all the growths of the earth,
I too have felt the resistless call of myself.

As I sail’d down the Mississippi,
As I wander’d over the prairies,
As I have lived—As I have look’d through my windows, my eyes,
As I went forth in the morning—As I beheld the light breaking in the east;
As I bathed on the beach of the Eastern Sea, and again on the beach of the Western Sea;
As I roam’d the streets of inland Chicago—whatever streets I have roam’d;
Or cities, or silent woods, or peace, or even amid the sights of war;
Wherever I have been, I have charged myself with contentment and triumph.

I sing the Equalities, modern or old,
I sing the endless finales of things;
I say Nature continues—Glory continues;
I praise with electric voice;
For I do not see one imperfection in the universe;
And I do not see one cause or result lamentable at last in the universe.

O setting sun! though the time has come,
I still warble under you, if none else does, unmitigated adoration.

Quote by Walt Whitman—-

“End of Day” (as of 8/1/2015 and through August) is on display at “The Atrium Gallery” in the Department of Transportation Building in Berlin, Connecticut. We are very excited to have an oil painting exhibit at this gallery.

As always, we welcome comments and questions—please feel free to contact us.

Wishing you a wonderful day…little bit on the warm side in Connecticut this first day of August.

Nancy (the blogger) and Dan (the artist)

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