IF IT ISN’T the literal image, what is it?
THESE TWO PAINTINGS are from a plein air session organized by the Kestrel Land Trust at Skinner State Park, Hadley, Massachusetts Sunday, June 25. I was the only non-representational painter in the group of a dozen artists.
Using acrylic paint, I went back and forth between canvases, painting on one while the other dried. Painter Jan Ruby, who took the accompanying photo, and I arrived at 8:30 and began painting around 9, finishing up at 12:30. I added clouds in “Skinner 1” with a palette knife the next morning.
FROM THE SUMMIT, the Connecticut River is a relatively small part of a majestic view reaching west to the Berkshires: a placid, horizontal ribbon from our height, muddy brown from the previous day’s rain.
Having lived near the Connecticut for all of my adult life these past 40 years, the river occupies a much larger part of my physical and psychic landscape than the scene before me. It is the dominant feature of where I live, an eternal presence, a magnet, an inconvenience, an irreducible fact. I cannot traverse western Massachusetts without confronting the river.
Looks can be deceiving. Beneath that calm surface is a great power, a relentless, churning current harboring all kinds of life and carrying debris to the sea. The river provides a metaphor for the hidden strength and turmoil lurking within us beneath our self-possessed facades.
The river in my paintings occupies its literal space, but reflects these material and symbolic influences.
A ROW OF MIXED YOUNG TREES in the foreground echoes the river’s horizontal line from where I sit. They are not the most impressive features of my landscape, but they are impossible to ignore.
There are 50 shades of green, at least, in the trees, and they shift and change in the breeze. Rather than attempt to mix the colors individually on a palette, I apply my paint directly from the tubes onto the canvas, and blend them together through a serious of brushstrokes, adding paint and color in layers to approximate the complexity of the trees.
The trees, after all, are not the object of my view. I take them in indiscriminately as my eyes seek the river, fields, mountains, and sky in the distance.
“A Paletteable Feast!” at Hope and Olive Restaurant, 44 Hope St., Greenfield, features more than 20 new oil and acrylic paintings. It will remain on view through August.
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