It was the biggest winter storm in NewYork City this year. After I spend two hours to clear up my driveway and front door, I spend another three hours to walk alone taking pictures in Marine Park. It was fun, but cold, wet, hungry, fear and tired. You know I am not a polar bear, but a sixty some years old grandfather. Luckly I was back home safely with a more than hundred of photos. I will start to paint today to refresh my memory. Hope have something come out from the cold.
After snow, the details of the landscape simplify themselves or disappear altogether. I like the winter solid landscape with the strength of large shape covering by snow and the light blue shadow fall on snow can also be used as a compositional tool to direct the eye of the onlooker. I like to tell the story of the trees or land that lie frozen underneath. Meanwhile, the landscape is reduced to the essential. With the absence of foliage, structure becomes prominent again. Tree trunks and branches reveal an expressive anatomy.
Kevin I just found your email adress hidden away hope you are doing well would like to reconnect with you Aldo