— Vincent van Gogh
The past few days my post on Signs in Nature of Winter to Come has been one of the most read articles. That is odd. It’s still summer for almost two more months. Then there is still the wonderful autumn.
Are people already thinking about winter?
Maybe it has been hot where they are sitting at their computer and the thought of a crisp winter day sounds appealing. I will admit that I had that…
— Edward Hopper
Not Vincent’s bouquets tumbling from a pitcher,
or his gardens of sword-shaped leaves and blooms
spilling off canvas, but these wife-picked flowers -
glass vase alone by the white wall,
plants I have been tending since childhood.
at his Yellow House in Arles, France.
Enter through the door to the right.
The guest room door to the left
is prepared for Gauguin, if he visits.
The walls seem skewed, because they are.
Meta mural painting on Flickr.
two by Jamie Wyeth, son of Andrew Wyeth
Ah, feeling the need for some Hopper sunlight today!
With canvas and paint set before me,
I would choose Giotto blue for this sky
that is a cathedral dome above me.
Spare no expense for the ultramarine pigment
for this Earthly chapel that surrounds me.
natural ultramarine pigment
Image: detail from Giotto’s painted interior of the Scrovegni Chapel in Padua Lamentation (The Mourning of Christ)
Avenue of Poplars at Sunset, 1884 by Vincent van Gogh
Claude Monet (Fr. 1840-1926), L’entrée de la Grande-Rue à Argenteuil, l’hiver, 1875