Whenever Friday rolls around, I'm anxious to get back to the mountains. Back to places like the one pictured in Summer's Last Dance. I want to run my hand over the sometimes rough, sometimes smooth, bark of an aspen tree. I want to see the flash of aspen leaves, twisting silvery in the sunlight. I want to gaze at distant mountains and imagine what I would see if I stood on their summits. I want to breathe the clean, clear air of the woodlands, and take in the scent of pine and mountain flower. Summer may be dancing into August, but I'm ready for the dance.
This work is part of my palette knife collection, using a heavy impasto style with the foreground trees. Reserving softer, mellower tones and strokes for the distant background. I hope you will wander through the wood with me.
Graham oil paints, palette knife, brush, canvas