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pat1940
11-25-2015, 07:58 AM
Just a quick one, done in oil

Caesar
11-25-2015, 09:08 PM
You certainly gave the foggy effect quite well. Maybe too much of the painting is high key, so probably a differect aspect ratio of the sheet, much wider than high, with more of the fence in the close range and maybe a tree in the close/mid field, thus more visible, would be interesting to consider as an experiment #2 ...

D Akey
11-26-2015, 03:00 AM
Not to disagree with Caesar, but I could see this sky really working as a place to drop in a written poem or something, perhaps as a card that goes with a bouquet sent from the florist, sized down. There's room for text is what I'm saying.

It's very artistic, the way you've painted, the subtlety and colors. I wouldn't know whether it would do it justice to have it printed, because subtlety is very iffy when printing even in the high end jobs. But on the screen it looks great where the subtleties show up.

AndreaMG
11-26-2015, 09:22 AM
Love this one, it is so open, it gives space to imagination, reminds me of Leopardi's poem "The Infinite":

Always dear to me was this lonely hill,
And this hedge, which from so much part
Of the ultimate horizon the view excludes.
But sitting and gazing, boundless
Spaces beyond that, and more than human
Silences and profoundest quiet
I in thoughts pretend to myself, where almost
The heart is overwhelmed. And as the wind
I hear rustle through these plants, I such
Infinite silence to this voice
Go on comparing: and come to mind the eternal
And the dead seasons, and the present
And the living, and the sound of it. So through this
Immensity is drowned my thoughts:
And being shipwrecked is sweet to me in this sea.

sabena
11-26-2015, 10:50 AM
this is art very interesting painting.
like the shades and the romantic air, beatifull:D

Caesar
11-26-2015, 09:58 PM
Love this one, it is so open, it gives space to imagination, reminds me of Leopardi's poem "The Infinite":

Always dear to me was this lonely hill,
And this hedge, which from so much part
Of the ultimate horizon the view excludes.
But sitting and gazing, boundless
Spaces beyond that, and more than human
Silences and profoundest quiet
I in thoughts pretend to myself, where almost
The heart is overwhelmed. And as the wind
I hear rustle through these plants, I such
Infinite silence to this voice
Go on comparing: and come to mind the eternal
And the dead seasons, and the present
And the living, and the sound of it. So through this
Immensity is drowned my thoughts:
And being shipwrecked is sweet to me in this sea.

Oh, Madonna mia! L'infinito di Giacomo Leopardi!
Great translation. It keeps enough of the flavour and of the poetic force of this immensely valuable sample out of Leopardi's many class masterpieces.
What an incredible pleasure of sounds and feelings and sentiments and thought, among conscious, suconscious and unconscious it gives and its reference to that instant when we perceive that sudden, shivering, immediate consciousness spike to be a lonely, naked "I", subject, in sč faced to an overwhelming mysterious, external reality made of all the rest, a per sé. Kierkegaard's anxiety or Caspar Friedrich's masterpiece painting sublime put in words and souns ....

For anyone having a a software with a voice synthetizer for Italian, it could be interesting to listen to also to its sounds and words in the original language. Even better it would be to type "L'Infinito lettura" on google search and enjoy its reading by either or both of two great and now deceased actors very popular few decades ago, Nando Gazzolo (my preferred version) and Vittorio Gasmann. Just listen, it's sheer music, like an elvish poetri or song ....

«Sempre caro mi fu quest'ermo colle,
e questa siepe, che da tanta parte
dell'ultimo orizzonte il guardo esclude.
Ma sedendo e mirando, interminati
spazi di lą da quella, e sovrumani
silenzi, e profondissima quiete
io nel pensier mi fingo, ove per poco
il cor non si spaura. E come il vento
odo stormir tra queste piante, io quello
infinito silenzio a questa voce
vo comparando: e mi sovvien l'eterno,
e le morte stagioni, e la presente
e viva, e il suon di lei. Cosģ tra questa
immensitą s'annega il pensier mio:
e il naufragar m'č dolce in questo mare. »

AndreaMG
11-27-2015, 07:18 AM
I knew you were a fan too :o It retains its magic even in English language :o

pat1940
11-27-2015, 09:15 AM
Glad this reminded you both of such a beautiful poem, thanks Andrea and Caesar for sending this poem and for checking it out
DAkey and Sabena thank you both so much for your kind comments, so appreciated that you take the time

kenmo
11-28-2015, 08:12 AM
Love the softness and pastel color palette of this painting....

pat1940
11-29-2015, 09:31 AM
Thanks so much Ken, always appreciate your comments

pat1940
12-05-2015, 08:58 AM
Thanks cpking, so nice of you to check it out, appreciate it