End of the Line, oil on gessobord, 6x6 inches
I found this little footbridge on a public golf course in Louisville. It crosses a creek that spreads its forks and tendrils all around Louisville. It's an abandoned bridge for the golf course, and it has two boulders at the end to signal its non-use. Sledders still cross it in the winter to head to the nearby hills.
The creek and bank were dark this particular day, with the bowing red tree equally bright. So many other trees were bare. I noticed as I was painting this scene that the bareness in the landscape started affected my normal brushstrokes. Chunky changed to thin interestingly enough. I let it be because it was a reflection of my subconscious interpretation. It's all good!
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