Something Of A Maxfield Parrish
It’s about midnight here in Vermont. I’ve been painting most of the day, which is always soothing for the soul. But when I looked out this evening I had this surreal sense of being in a moonscape. The sky is crystal clear and the snow is white and reflective. It is bright enough to go walking.
I am struck by the amazing colors. All very subtle shades of cornflower blues and lilacs. The landscape is something of a Maxfield Parrish. You know I always thought that he was stretching his artistic license, until I moved here. He wasn’t stretching at all. He was painting the realities of the Vermont Landscape at dusk, and dawn, and even midnight.
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Boy, isn’t it the truth. You know I have always thought that the beauty in Vermont was sometimes other worldly.
Nice post Suzy