Thursday, September 29, 2011

Night flight


I love flying when its dark or the sun is just setting.  Its as if you're suspended between two worlds, with a perfect sky above and hints of life seen below the clouds.

This little painting was from memory, flying over a headland, getting ready to land.  Little breaks in the cloud allowed glimpses of the lights of a town below, looking like pins of light on a map.


This is 6 x 6 on gesso board in oils.

3 comments:

William Cook said...

I knew instantly that you had to have done this from pure memory. A camera simply could not accomplish this odd coloring at all. Those muted sky tones are perfectly balanced, and the clouds so ethereal and weightless, and the foreground with it's clusters of lights--all perfectly orchestrated--an incredible accomplishment!

Jeanette said...

Thank you William for your kind words. I love that hovering between worlds and needed to try to capture it. I little darker I think and it may become more intense. Or I could turn it into a trivet. :)

Lisa Le Quelenec said...

A beautiful painting of that space inbetween. You've brought back lots of memories of flying home for holidays.