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By Woods on a
Winter Morning
The winter landscape remains one of the most
enduring subjects of ‘Canadian painting’. Early in my career, I
observed that snow is almost never white. It can be blue, purple,
grey, yellow, even pink-- at least when I paint it, it can. Snow,
like water, reflects the colours that are around it, blue on a clear
day, grey on a cloudy day, yellow when warmed by the sun.
This amazing scene was the result of a winter
trip from Ottawa to Oshawa. I prefer to drive along Highway 7
because of the rolling, twisting countryside. This particular trip
happened the day after an intense snow storm. We drove through a
winter wonderland, preserved by the absence of wind. When I happened
to pass this one stretch of woods, I had to stop. I spent about 20
minutes wading through knee-deep snow, frantically trying to line up
a few dramatic compositions before the wind picked up and before my
feet froze.
Artistically, it’s a dream subject for me,
because I love to play with the shapes, textures and light. Most of
my snow scenes face the sun, to play with the long shadows cast by
that low winter sun and to capture that warm reflected light that I
show with thin washes of off-yellow throughout the middle of this
painting. I only ever paint a couple of snow scenes in a given year,
because they require so much effort and because I want them to stay
‘magical’ for me. |