Etched in White
2025, oil on gessobord, 11" x 14"
The air hung still, a breath held captive by the cold. Along the silent edge of the great lake, the birches stood, stark and solemn. Stripped of their summer finery, their slender forms rose like pale sentinels, their dark markings a delicate script upon the snow-white bark.
"White is not a mere absence of color; it is a shining and affirmative thing, as fierce as red, as definite as black." — G.K. Chesterton
The air hung still, a breath held captive by the cold. Along the silent edge of the great lake, the birches stood, stark and solemn. Stripped of their summer finery, their slender forms rose like pale sentinels, their dark markings a delicate script upon the snow-white bark.
"White is not a mere absence of color; it is a shining and affirmative thing, as fierce as red, as definite as black." — G.K. Chesterton