ALONE ON A HILL
Watercolor
I have always been attracted to white clapboard houses, perhaps because I grew up in one. They are always more interesting to me when they reach the point where the paint is peeling and missing. Seeing a house in this state is like an instant visual passage of time and makes me think of what kind of weather this house has endured and what backyard activities occurred within its shadows. For me this imagery disappears under the sterile look of a new fresh coat of paint. Seeing the ladders against the side of the house and the roofing slates on the ground indicate the house is about to change. Here the house sits alone, almost anticipating the inevitable transformation, remembering a time when the pace of life was slower like the shadows creeping across its back.
Painted on Arches 300 lb. Rough paper with Winsor & Newton transparent watercolors