November 3, 2015 by petrujviljoen
Vincent – calling you by first name, knowing you so well. You, the painting – inseparable. The directional pulling apart of sky, and earth. The architecture in middle ground: an airiness in light blue, cold, painted directly from the perspective of being there – outside. The unbearable hope (or wish) of the green foliage, middle left, leaning onto, embracing the structure … a light golden glow right there.
Ochre and green reflections rendering the sky a warm blue – Icarus wanted to live there too. The golden meadow at far right – life’s harvest. There’s a road – it leads away. The sense of transparency belies the viscosity of paint. The field of the foreground is not a field, it’s an ocean.
by then a painter –
Structures of faith proved
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