Black Fountain, Tempesta
A distant blue summer evening is seen from a dark star. Grey rock enters shadow black shape, grains of white upon it. The foot of star mountain is a carpet of tiny pine trees. On the mountain formal patterns of rock-snow snow-rock break the eye up into mercurial yet static detail. The frozen trees on my right, as hail fell, were reappointed with white. Sinister clouds sweep in, large and obscuring. Through the storm I am given an opening to create a metaphor for the human eye.
Acrylic on canvas
60cm x 60cm
Can be seen at The Secret Gallery