This painting is slightly spooky, I painted the trees as just a dark transparent value and cut around the expressive tree shapes and lines with a golden opaque color with a blue glaze. The prose poem is an homage to Poe and Irving and brings us into the Halloween season.
9×12 oil on panel
Edge of darkness falls
Malevolent black trees claw
Like witches erupting
From graves, their burnt finger brooms
Cackling into the blood sky
The skeleton trees a lattice against the ripening sunset conjured an ominous feeling as we sipped our drinks in this landscape steeped in dark superstitions. Our world became claustrophobic as nature’s walls closed tightly around us. After a day of magical images, sound replaced sight and our imaginations became fertile ground for our fears and insecurities.
Sunset stained like paint
Eyes watch, as ink dark trees creep
Walk fast never run
Very cool! ?