all the colors of the sky
The sky today is luminous, like a pearl, a pale mottled color that isn't quite gray and glows with its own internal light. Sometimes it's that dense, matte gray that that Seattlites know so well. Last week I saw a sunrise that looked like a perfect watercolor wash, fading from red through pink, orange, yellow, the faintest hint of that color that is neither blue nor yellow, but somewhere in between and definitely not green, into a blue sky that darkened towards the zenith. Often this time of yearwe get what I call "a Maxfield Parish sky," colors and clouds so improbable that they could only have been dreamed up by a master of Magic Realism.
Learning to paint a realistic sky is one of the hardest things. Almost anything is possible, but we know when we look at it if it's not right. How can infinite variation preclude so much? Why, when I look at the sky, do I sometimes feel like the artist didn't finish the piece, or is being overly dramatic,or doesn't know that clouds don't really do that?
Learning to paint a realistic sky is one of the hardest things. Almost anything is possible, but we know when we look at it if it's not right. How can infinite variation preclude so much? Why, when I look at the sky, do I sometimes feel like the artist didn't finish the piece, or is being overly dramatic,or doesn't know that clouds don't really do that?