Randall David Tipton
Seeing this, I went back to look again at your other alders. I am struck by how each one is so distinct, holds its own vision, and shows off its colors with an often startling effect, sometimes ethereal, sometimes rather eerie. With this one, I feel as though I'm watching a film being peeled or ripped back and away. I have not seen another painter use greens and yellows, pinks and blues as you do. And your reds are something else entirely.
That's a thoughtful and hard comment to follow, Maureen! This painting makes me remember my Mendocino farm and trhe smell of alder branches on the fire.
reminds me of a dream ... inviting one in
Marvelous, Randall; love how the sense of in and out, near and far, keeps switching on you as you look at this.
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