|"When shadows grow long," 9 x 12 acrylic on canvas board, brushes and palette knives|
The end of a month, the end of a day, "When shadows grow long," it's easy to feel lonesome, to dwell on memories, and people and places and the past, fleeting as the sun and the years.
Wide-open spaces, the sounds of silence, and remote gates add to the moods.
Thus this week's acrylic painting, a back porch creation from the images in my mind, from those places, people, spaces, silence and gates that crowd my memory.
A study in contrasting colors as wide open spaces of New Mexico, the Southwest and the vast skies beckon.