This is a paper painting (pencil and watercolor) I did several years ago. I gave it to a friend who had it framed and hung it in her apartment. I had forgotten about it, so when I visited her and saw it hanging at the end of a long, narrow hallway (which funneled you straight into the image) I saw it as though it wasn't mine. I was smitten. I decided to do an oil.
When I did the paper version I had no preconceived ideas--I just started drawing and painting. When I did the oil I was beginning with the original picture and it then began to take on a more realized, intensely illusional quality. The path turned into a stream and the figures took on weight and color. The painting itself became the dreamy essence of summer:
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