Sometimes a day flows quietly, without claiming anything in particular — and then, unexpectedly, toward the evening, it comes together into a frame you want to hold onto.
It was Monday — and the city was under the blazing sun everyone had been waiting for all summer. Hot and bright. By evening, the sky darkened, clouds rolled in, and rain poured down. I settled in to watch YouTube reviews of the Hockney exhibition, trying to quell the persistent urge to go see everything with my own eyes. I stumbled upon a few good ones — and got absorbed. It was immensely enjoyable. I went to refill my glass of sparkling wine, returning to continue watching, now focused on him and his work. And in that very moment, outside the window, through the dampening, darkening evening, a bright, sudden patch of light appeared in the building across. An illuminated window.
Rain, a window, warm light, Hockney as inspiration — a match in my mind that immediately sparked a narrative. Very clearly. Literally thirty minutes later, I had a sketch ready, one that gathered my themes, Hockney’s mood, and this spontaneous frame of the evening.
And so my future work was born: "A Couple in the Window Across on a Rainy Monday."
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Sometimes a day flows quietly, without claiming anything in particular — and then, unexpectedly, toward the evening, it comes together into a frame you want to hold onto.
It was Monday — and the city was under the blazing sun everyone had been waiting for all summer. Hot and bright. By evening, the sky darkened, clouds rolled in, and rain poured down. I settled in to watch YouTube reviews of the Hockney exhibition, trying to quell the persistent urge to go see everything with my own eyes. I stumbled upon a few good ones — and got absorbed. It was immensely enjoyable. I went to refill my glass of sparkling wine, returning to continue watching, now focused on him and his work. And in that very moment, outside the window, through the dampening, darkening evening, a bright, sudden patch of light appeared in the building across. An illuminated window.
Rain, a window, warm light, Hockney as inspiration — a match in my mind that immediately sparked a narrative. Very clearly. Literally thirty minutes later, I had a sketch ready, one that gathered my themes, Hockney’s mood, and this spontaneous frame of the evening.
And so my future work was born: "A Couple in the Window Across on a Rainy Monday."
oil
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