acrylic on canvas, museum wrap, 30" x 40"Over the years I have decided that the people who love the lake the most are the ones who like to just sit and watch the light on the water. Years ago where I live now, it was common to see a regular little flotilla of boats drifting quietly at sunset watching the sun withdraw it's net of light back into the sky. Maybe because it is contained, lake water has a unique texture and body. To me it seems thicker, silkier than streams or rivers or the ocean for that matter. It's color can range from blue to green to black and everything in between depending on the time of day and the slant of light. This painting is about that glazed over moment late in the day, adrift on the water and simply resting in the reflection of the receding light.
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