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The rain forest is a impious Mass whose chords have nothing to do with human music.
Standing at the easel studying the landscape, I realize that converting this visual cacophony into an “artistic composition” requires willful incomprehension. There is no subject here, only a density of detail. Dynamic lines and suggestive forms abound, but to comb [...]
Along A Long Line
Painting the landscape from the Arctic to the equator
tree
Two Kinds of Terror
Canopy
The forest nearby is mixed growth. Thirty years ago this forest was cleared to raise cattle, but many of the most impressive trees were left for shade. The ranching was abandoned fairly quickly and now vigorous young plants compete with the towering old growth.
Through this forest passes a stony road, which is under siege [...]
