| 08 December, 2013 10:33
This summer in San Gimignano, Siena, Italy, I chose a motif that I had painted a few years ago. These three particular rolling hills are typical for this part of Tuscany, with a mix of forest, vineyards, cypresses and mountains. I was looking for curves in the composition and I liked this particular spot because of the cypress tree to the left. I had started painting in that spot in the morning around 8 AM and probably workied on it for four days before I realized that the light was not moody enough for me. I then started going out at 5:30 AM and that, my friend, is when the magic started happening. At that magic hour when the sun purs forth from behind the mountains, the whole world turns an orangy pink, but so saturated that all the colors seem to become a soup of warm glowing beauty. In the weeks to follow, the sun always came up a deep fuscia color. I couldn't paint it that color, however, in this painting, because it would dominate the entire composition, I think. I chose to keep the sunrise a soft orange blury-ness, with the clouds dancing around it. The canvas is now rolled up, ready to be transported on the airplane back home to Virginia. I'll restretch it there. It will go on display at The Hermitage Gallery of Art, McLean, Va., in October.