Acrylic on canvas
60 x 60cm
A distant blue summer evening is seen from a dark star. Grey rock enters shadow black shape, grains of white upon it. The foot of star mountain is a carpet of tiny pine trees. On the mountain formal patterns of rock-snow snow-rock break the eye up into mercurial yet static detail. Sinister clouds sweep in. Through the storm I am given an opening to create a metaphor for the human eye.