This painting reminds me of a movie or
something sentimental like that.
The strokes are a medley of colors and
technique that breathe soft, warm lines
and curves everywhere on the canvas.
There is depth everywhere, including
what cannot be seen. Like to the left,
maybe there is a huge pasture -- something green.
I get a story, a feel that the couple is
just strolling in the rain or what's left of
the cold transparent drops that land so close
to our exposed hand, while the other
intertwines with one another's.
The puddles aren't quite nasty not quite
yet. They haven't been jumped in by little
rambunctious creatures who make a game
out of whatever they can. These children
are in their homes now, waiting to be
tucked inside their covers where we hope
to be soon after we take in the sights this
stroll on the night let us take in.
The trees fade into the lights like the
reflecting water does the sidewalk.
The umbrella makes a temporary home
away from home so dry is what you'll be.
The reds of the leaves on trees could make
me go on for days. I could rant and rave
about how those colors fade, from a
bright crimson red to a dull sultry maroon.
I love the gold the lights expose on these
wooden giants, and the barrenness up
top shows the seasons' change approach.
The best thing about this artwork is the
painting in the ground. The reflections
of the setting these two are walking
around in. The lights season the paved,
gray rocks under them with a luminous
yellow that compliments the red of the
trees.
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