I captured this scene in the Fall. Olive trees do not change that much in color in the Fall as other species do. They remain with their unmistakable grayish-green tones with silvery reflections when hit by the sun. Their trunks are very sculptural; in fact they are used, when old and dry, as outdoors sculpture pieces.
In this painting I tried to meet the olive tree colors, so abundant in Castile, but, in looking for a good composition, I found these two humble specimens framing the landscape that is crossed diagonally by three very distinct stripes of color: The blue sky, the brownish-green hillside and the gold color of the grass and weeds in the foreground that Autumn has turned pinkish, …. This is not a postcard landscape, but I love it, because I can’t think of a better palette to portray Castile, my homeland.
oil painting, 3 mm MDF