I am continually puzzling to understand the color of the snow. In good weather the sun shines on Olafsfjorður for a few hours each day, technically from 10:00 am to 4:00pm, perceptibly shorter every day. But the light precedes sunrise and continues long after sun down. The snowy mountains surrounding the town are like giant reflectors that bounce the light around, illuminating the opposing mountainsides with a mysterious glow. The winter light up North here is weird and beautiful… and magical… and inspiring.
I have been feeling my way along, painting lots, but floundering around to make sense of all this atmosphere. I am pretty excited about a couple of paintings in progress. They might not survive tomorrow’s assault, but here they are in their current state:
Siglufjorður, 16 x 20
Across the lake, 16 x 20