oil on panel, 10" x 10"
This is the view I had from my kitchen window in Arroyo Seco, NM. This scene frequently mesmerized me with the ever-changing moods of that mountain. It seemed like a living, breathing thing.
This is the view I had from my kitchen window in Arroyo Seco, NM. This scene frequently mesmerized me with the ever-changing moods of that mountain. It seemed like a living, breathing thing.
The narrative painting of my previous post reminded me of Taos, New Mexico, where I was first introduced to the narrative approach to painting, which reminded me of the casita I inhabited for a year. It was an amazing place with astounding views of Taos Mountain, and it would glow at times with an otherworldly radiance. I've tried to capture the intensity of that glow in late afternoon.