Snow day #2 in New York City. As the city gets back to it's rhythm the snow still falls tho more manageable than the night before. Winter sun is so different. An eery yellow... surreal brightness to it. There is a strange dark disturbing glow that has always attracted me. The gates were closed in the park tho not locked. The layer of drawing in the snow from yesturday had been completely covered by new snowfall. The idea of vanishing layers tugged at me like a child wanting attention. This morning after coffee I'd decided that I'd take the spray paint but also a little can of cobalt blue to the park. The second layer would be made with the spray paint with the addition of throwing some blue paint into the snow similarly to the original work I'd used for the initial ideas. Splashes of blue in oil were now splashes in the snow. Thicker in consistency, they rest on the top layers of the snow. Thick enough one could if they were inclined, simply pick it up from underneath.
These vanishing layers, black and blue would leave no print for the human eye. They swing into the surroundings C'est la vie ! Tomorrow is only a promise.
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| "Wild is the Air", 2015 (c) Dianne Bowen, snow day #2, second layer of drawing in the snow |
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| "Wild is the Air", 2015 (c) Dianne Bowen, snow day #2, second layer of drawing in the snow |
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| "Wild is the Air", 2015 (c) Dianne Bowen, snow day #2, second layer of drawing in the snow |
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| "Wild is the Air", 2015 (c) Dianne Bowen, snow day #2, second layer of drawing in the snow |
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