Right of Passage
There is a subtle majesty in the calm arrival of this orb into this landscape. Its passage seems assured, orderly and entitled. The pun is intended: It is simultaneously a rite and a right.
Is this a parade or a contest? Are these planetary/orbs arriving or leaving? Is something/one in charge, directing them? What lies beyond the hills? The calmness and precision of the scene implies that either the orbs coordinate according to precise rules or that a higher power controls the process
You Don't Bring Me Flowers
This painting presents a light-hearted but poignant mystery: Aren’t flowers already in the foreground? Perhaps indeed there is a whole row of flowers on the very calm left hillside. Does this have to do with the thoughtfulness of bringing more posies?
This has a very planetary quality in a still setting with intense light creating dark shadows. The circles are evenly spaced: Is it a parade? A race? Taken from afar, they could resemble meatballs? If so, they have a wizardry that compels us to observe-- does not invite intrusion.