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The river, dark from midnight sleep,
Now mirrors lines of radiant glow,
From morning clouds of brilliant gold,
That with the rising sun’s rays flow;
While leafy palms and cypress bows
Clad in magnificent attire
The ever-widening path of glass
On which advances the ball of fire.
Writing this poem was almost as fun as painting this dynamic scene from the Everglades. I started with the sky, putting down lots of yellow and white with a palette knife. It’s very textured, and almost glows! The cypress “knees” were done with a flat brush, then smudged with white. A double-loaded fan brush did good palm and cypress trees. I also used a fan brush for that interesting lichen hanging from the branches. The water is a striking progression from navy to lemon yellow; it’s so roughly blended that it looks almost impressionistic. This is my favorite picture from the acrylic book—I love the contrast between dark and light, close-up and far away. It would be something to see this sunrise in person!
2 comments:
Very interesting. I like the texture in the sky.
It looks like a pathway to Heaven.
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