Stolen Silhouettes - sold
48 x 36 x 3 acrylic on wood panel
I used to drive home every evening after work down Highway 74 through the Hickory Nut Gorge to my home in Bat Cave right on the Rocky Broad River. The drive was long, winding and beautiful. In the winter months, when the trees only had a few ratty leaves still refusing to let go, their mostly bare trunks and branches created a beautiful interlaced network on the horizon. The sunsets glowing through those crosshatched silhouettes took my breath. After the storm, the sunsets seemed more saturated, the color more intense; I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. I also couldn’t drive home on 74 anymore. The highways and bridges had been swept away as had trees and birds and animals and people’s homes and lives. The river even took the land under the roads and the houses. Our beautiful little gorge became a canyon. The sun still set and it was beautiful, but there was nothing left for it to shine through. Strangely, the sun on the horizon still fills me and takes my breath away. Is this hope?
