After the Election

In midsummer, in the south… or west… or southwest, the unmitigated heat of the day is bookended by measured episodes of color, temperature and airflow, that… somehow, make the midday seem worth it. I see the twilight peak of sublime color through the studio window… or the soft caress of the nighttime breeze, as we, […]

Observing Turner in observation

I am constantly staring at Turner… which painting depends upon the second in which each word in this sentence was penned, for Turner observed, and I am observing Turner in observation. He studied and painted, as many artists before him, his environs… the Thames and its horizons in twilight, dawn and dusk, and the many […]