“At dusk, the sun goes down in a haze of red fire between two poplars. It goes down late in summer—sometimes it’s hard to stay awake. Then everything falls away. The world for a little longer is something to see, then only something to hear, crickets, cicadas. Or to smell sometimes, aroma of lemon trees, of orange trees. Then sleep takes this away also.”

- Louise Glück - Twilight, A Village Life

Howling at the Moon, a Landscape

  • Acrylic paint on canvas, 48”x60”x1.5”.

  • November 2024. Staring out the window at twilight, watching the sun set into the forest, howling at the moon.

    Signed by artist on back.

  • Shipped in plywood crate.

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