“There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul and something of its Inconceivable mystery.
~ Joseph Conrad
When I was a young man, I often dreamt of the moon. In one reoccurring dream, I floated in darkness while a soft and distant mixture of sounds became the introduction to Aaron Copland’s Appalachian Spring. As the music swelled, I opened my eyes and looked down upon the earth, which glowed in the blackness of space. A warm and gentle breeze seemed to waft up from it and I drifted on this zephyr further and further from my home. As the earth grew smaller, I turned away and looked toward the moon, which now filled the sky. As if in water, I pulled myself through the darkness, toward the light.
I am drawn to the moon. Its ripening, its death, and its inevitable rebirth affect me profoundly. My disposition swells and ebbs with its cycles. Consequently, over the years, I’ve rendered the moon in quite a few landscapes.
Excellent ! Great images !
Thanks, Luther… I deeply appreciate the kind words, especially from a painter like you!