Outside, the night is falling and the full moon has pulled herself up just above the houses. But tonight I will not write you a meandering little passage about the moon. Instead I will present you with a painting finished recently. Maybe it is the sister of a painting I finished about a year ago, which I have written about before. It is true that the two paintings were started at around the same time. This time last year, I thought I would surely have them both done before summer. How to explain this long period between brushstrokes, I do not know.
But in a way, this was the perfect time to finish this painting. Last weekend's surprise blizzards and my absorption in this painting's wintry landscape have allowed me to indulge in that last bit of winter I was secretly craving.
I often like to set myself a tight colour scheme to follow for each painting. Winter scenes are lovely for all their reddish browns, ochres and greys. Bare branches and barren fields are very underrated from an aesthetic point of view, I think. And I love how cloudy skies make colours seem richer, earthier.
The particularities of this landscape were heavily influenced by a winter visit to Romania a few years back. I remain fascinated by that country. The old wooden churches and hoar frosts, the misty strangeness of the countryside while everyone sits indoors huddled around their giant tiled wood stoves for warmth.
But the setting could have been different too.
And then, these hands you see holding onto these branches could instead be raking them across the sky, or pulling them across the earth. I suppose both this painting and its "sister" painting are of moments a little like that.
I find myself wondering if I've gotten giantesses out of my system now, or if they will be making their return some foggy day in the future. But this evening, I think it best to leave that aside, and instead go out for a walk in the lovely moonlight.