12 in. x 12 in., acrylic on canvas
$144 (unframed)
A beautiful sunny October hike up Mount Cardigan in Orange, NH with a friend last fall opened up to the blustery and oddly smooth summit that is uniquely Cardigan. The naked, open summit is like an ice cream scoop of plutonic rock, heavily freckled and white-striped with sparkling quartz like a geological football field. This painting is looking north from just below the fire tower, toward the White Mountains in all their autumn regalia, then fading into atmospheric blue layers in the distance. I think the weathered evergreens clinging to the crevices along the curve of the summit look like they are flowing down over a waterfall. Large brushes were key to keeping from getting caught up in little, niggly, paintbrushy details.
A beautiful sunny October hike up Mount Cardigan in Orange, NH with a friend last fall opened up to the blustery and oddly smooth summit that is uniquely Cardigan. The naked, open summit is like an ice cream scoop of plutonic rock, heavily freckled and white-striped with sparkling quartz like a geological football field. This painting is looking north from just below the fire tower, toward the White Mountains in all their autumn regalia, then fading into atmospheric blue layers in the distance. I think the weathered evergreens clinging to the crevices along the curve of the summit look like they are flowing down over a waterfall. Large brushes were key to keeping from getting caught up in little, niggly, paintbrushy details.
