Old Homestead Pond in Winter
Barns in winter bring to mind the icicles dropping off the roof edges with a sharp ‘snick’ into the snowbank below, the creak of a cold door hinge, the stillness and quiet inside. Always a handful of birds swirling around bravely in the cold wind, the bare trees creaked a bit in the wind and the frozen ponds were watched for thickening ice and the optimal time to bring out the skates.
This is an early work in which I was delving into particular oil painting techniques; it is now part of a private collection.
Barns in winter bring to mind the icicles dropping off the roof edges with a sharp ‘snick’ into the snowbank below, the creak of a cold door hinge, the stillness and quiet inside. Always a handful of birds swirling around bravely in the cold wind, the bare trees creaked a bit in the wind and the frozen ponds were watched for thickening ice and the optimal time to bring out the skates.
This is an early work in which I was delving into particular oil painting techniques; it is now part of a private collection.
Barns in winter bring to mind the icicles dropping off the roof edges with a sharp ‘snick’ into the snowbank below, the creak of a cold door hinge, the stillness and quiet inside. Always a handful of birds swirling around bravely in the cold wind, the bare trees creaked a bit in the wind and the frozen ponds were watched for thickening ice and the optimal time to bring out the skates.
This is an early work in which I was delving into particular oil painting techniques; it is now part of a private collection.
Oil on canvas, 16x20, 1988.