As the sun burns through layers of cloud at the end of the day, it sends shafts of light across the sky. Clouds, breaking up, curl and make flowers as they glide through the beams; serene and silent.
This painting has real space and depth, with a directionality that pulls the eye along. You can see past shapes to something beyond, or spot a cloud on the horizon, way over yonder.
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This painting has real space and depth, with a directionality that pulls the eye along. You can see past shapes to something beyond, or spot a cloud on the horizon, way over yonder.
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