Rocking of the Sea at Dusk" is a juxtaposition between the flamingo pinks and lavender purples of the twilight and the rumbling sea below. The gentle hand of the dark, depressive blue sea nurtures my sinful, intrusive thoughts. The brown, stabbing, jagged rocks were created over months of meticulous brushwork. The ballistic blue-green sea rumbles as it stubbornly creates black dark thoughts which recede in the gently smooth hands of the white waves. A delicate flick of the innocent acrylic white paint bitterly scatters over the conflicted crafted rocks as I shed a salty tears as the year of struggling to paint this masterpiece concludes
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Rocking of the Sea at Dusk" is a juxtaposition between the flamingo pinks and lavender purples of the twilight and the rumbling sea below. The gentle hand of the dark, depressive blue sea nurtures my sinful, intrusive thoughts. The brown, stabbing, jagged rocks were created over months of meticulous brushwork. The ballistic blue-green sea rumbles as it stubbornly creates black dark thoughts which recede in the gently smooth hands of the white waves. A delicate flick of the innocent acrylic white paint bitterly scatters over the conflicted crafted rocks as I shed a salty tears as the year of struggling to paint this masterpiece concludes. This show of more than two hundred canvases from the artists prolific career was accompanied by a large selection of prints. These works are dense, complex, and varied in their patterns and textures. The paintings are strongly suggestive of the artists early-twentieth-century sensibility. In these pictures, the same painterly sensibility is present, but the expressionistic elements are more abstract and more decorative. The paintings are constructed from thin, irregularly shaped acrylic paint which is applied in a very uniform, almost painterly mannerist manner. The pictures are hung on large wood-and-foam-covered stretchers which provide a very stable support for the paint. The surfaces of these canvases are painted in a richly modulated, almost luminous, matte black. The color is intensely rich and vibrant; the colors are lush and lively. The paintings are heavy with color, dense, and rich in textures. The colors are saturated in bold strokes and are mixed with intense and intense tonalism. The paintings are rich in color and rich in texture. The color is rich, vibrant, and luminous; the paint is rich, rich, and luminous. The paintings are heavy with color and rich in texture. The colors are dense, vibrant, and rich in textures. The paint is heavy and heavy with color and rich in texture. The colors are dense, vibrant, and rich in texture. The paint is heavy, heavy, and luminous. The paint is heavy, heavy, and luminous. The paint is heavy and heavy with color and rich in texture. The paint is heavy, heavy, and luminous. The paint is heavy, heavy, and luminous. The paint is heavy, heavy, and luminous. The paint is heavy, heavy, and luminous. The paint is heavy, heavy, and luminous. The paint is heavy, heavy, and luminous. The paint is heavy, heavy, and luminous.
Rocking of the Sea at Dusk" is a juxtaposition between the flamingo pinks and lavender purples of the twilight and the rumbling sea below. The gentle hand of the dark, depressive blue sea nurtures my sinful, intrusive thoughts. The brown, stabbing, jagged rocks were created over months of meticulous brushwork. The ballistic blue-green sea rumbles as it stubbornly creates black dark thoughts which recede in the gently smooth hands of the white waves. A delicate flick of the innocent acrylic white paint bitterly scatters over the conflicted crafted rocks as I shed a salty tears as the year of struggling to paint this masterpiece concludes. The volcanic rocks of the sea give me a sense of despair. But the sea, I see in the sea, is real, and it is real to me. The seas, their colors and their shapes are the colors of life, the colors of death.The works are presented in a flat, transparent acrylic format, and the flatness is a function of the works compositional arrangements. The panels are separated into two parts, one composed of a single, primary color, the other a secondary color. The primary colors are not used in any systematic way, nor are the secondary colors. The primary colors are like the colors of the sea, the secondary colors like the colors of death. The primary colors are like colors of life, the secondary colors like colors of death. The primary colors are like colors of death, the secondary colors like colors of life. The primary colors are like colors of life, the secondary colors like colors of death. The primary colors are like colors of life, the secondary colors like colors of death. The primary colors are like colors of life, the secondary colors like colors of death. The primary colors are like colors of life, the secondary colors like colors of death. The primary colors are like colors of life, the secondary colors like colors of death. The primary colors are like colors of life, the secondary colors like colors of death. The primary colors are like colors of life, the secondary colors like colors of death. The primary colors are like colors of life, the secondary colors like colors of death. The primary colors are like colors of life, the secondary colors like colors of death. The primary colors are like colors of life, the secondary colors like colors of death. The primary colors are like colors of life, the secondary colors like colors of death. The primary colors are like colors of life, the secondary colors like colors of death. The primary colors are like colors of life, the secondary colors like colors of death.
Rocking of the Sea at Dusk" is a juxtaposition between the flamingo pinks and lavender purples of the twilight and the rumbling sea below. The gentle hand of the dark, depressive blue sea nurtures my sinful, intrusive thoughts. The brown, stabbing, jagged rocks were created over months of meticulous brushwork. The ballistic blue-green sea rumbles as it stubbornly creates black dark thoughts which recede in the gently smooth hands of the white waves. A delicate flick of the innocent acrylic white paint bitterly scatters over the conflicted crafted rocks as I shed a salty tears as the year of struggling to paint this masterpiece concludes. I am in mourning for this masterpiece. It is an ungrateful, ungrateful, ungrateful masterpiece.
. The works are earnestly sentimental, but the way they are painted also makes them seem earnestly sentimental.
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