Acrylics on Masonite, 20 x 25 cm:
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Oil on Masonite, 15 x 20 cm:
Now and then I feel like doing something in a somewhat expressionist mode...
This work is for sale. Contact me at brianvds@gmail.com.
Acrylics on Masonite, 20 x 25 cm:
This work is for sale. Contact me at brianvds@gmail.com.
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Acrylics on Masonite, 15 x 20 cm:
I decided to play around a bit with a palette knife, and liked it so much I may well make something of a switch in equipment.
Acrylics on Masonite, 10 x 15 cm:
You see this often when traveling around the countryside: somewhat dilapidated, but clearly still used, buildings, sometimes seemingly in the middle of nowhere. I always wonder about them. What are they used for? Storerooms? Toolsheds? Why were they built in that particular spot? There are fun little mysteries all around us.
Acrylics on Masonite, 10 x 15 cm:
Painted landscapes often don't quite reflect the reality, namely that much of the world is flat as a table. You'd never guess, judging from all those mountains you often see in the background in landscape paintings.
When I started painting, I soon learned why: huge, flat, expansive landscapes are quite spectacular when you stand in them, but they can easily look a bit featureless in a painting, particularly a small painting such as this one. And thus, artists usually put something in there for the eye to focus on, as I did here with the silos.
As I noted elsewhere, I am as fond as anyone of romanticized paintings of rural life, but I also like the more industrial-looking reality of modern farming.
Pylons near Balmoral, Mpumalanga:
Oil on Masonite, 15 x 20 cm.
This spot is only a few kilometres from where I lived as a boy. It is mid-winter, and the winter frosts have killed off the grass and, it seems, everything else. New growth will burst forth in spring, and by November, if the rains were reasonable, the area will resemble Ireland.
I find most people don't particularly like this kind of scene: the winter colors are considered drab, even depressing, and the pylons an eyesore. With me it is different, perhaps partly because I grew up in this sort of landscape, and thus perhaps view it through the soft-focus filter of nostalgia. For me, these pylons and their cables snaking over the horizon are very much part of the landscape, and I love the rich but subtle and subdued hues of the winter grass.
This item will be for sale on my Bid-or-Buy store as soon as it is dry enough to travel.