I often think that the Flow Country can look like an Arctic landscape at times. Especially in freezing temperatures, this kind of scene reminds me of images I have seen of places like Svalbard.
Your landscape does indeed have a barren polar appearance and feel. Such are all landscapes located the further north that they lie from the equator. November is a drab month for the inhabitants of these regions. Think of the times when your wee farm... tucked carefully in the middle ground and those who faced winter on that broad... open and unforgiving open plain must have felt. Winter must have delivered complete isolation and little more than the prospect of cold until May returned.
Your painting truly captures the feel of that isolation and emptiness that the barrens imposes. Your painting... as always records almost forgotten trials and Truth about... the way we were. "Lest we forget"... as humankind seems to do.
Life must indeed have been tough in these regions in the past, without any of the help of modern technology. Even now it must be difficult. One thing that must help is the closeness of these communities, where everyone knows everyone else, and support is always available from your neighbour. Even when that neighbour is a mile or two away across the moor.
Your morning comment contains my sentiments exactly. It is the sense of community spirit which enjoins humans... whether across an isolating expanse of frozen moor... or across a vast ocean from one computer terminal to another.
That feeling of "belonging" to a family of like-minded bloggers such as our own whereby we can feel free to share our ideas and creations without fear of unjust criticism... or meddling. lol
Your "Frozen Moor" equals my "Winter Moon" in its ability to reshape the viewer's perception of cold... by imagining and laying layers of paint to add absent warmth to the landscape.
Good painting Keith! Stay warm... and remain healthy!
Good morning Keith,
ReplyDeleteYour landscape does indeed have a barren polar appearance and feel. Such are all landscapes located the further north that they lie from the equator. November is a drab month for the inhabitants of these regions. Think of the times when your wee farm... tucked carefully in the middle ground and those who faced winter on that broad... open and unforgiving open plain must have felt. Winter must have delivered complete isolation and little more than the prospect of cold until May returned.
Your painting truly captures the feel of that isolation and emptiness that the barrens imposes. Your painting... as always records almost forgotten trials and Truth about... the way we were. "Lest we forget"... as humankind seems to do.
Warmest regards and blessings Keith,
Bruce
Good Morning Bruce,
ReplyDeleteLife must indeed have been tough in these regions in the past, without any of the help of modern technology. Even now it must be difficult. One thing that must help is the closeness of these communities, where everyone knows everyone else, and support is always available from your neighbour. Even when that neighbour is a mile or two away across the moor.
All the best,
Keith
Good morning again Keith,
ReplyDeleteYour morning comment contains my sentiments exactly. It is the sense of community spirit which enjoins humans... whether across an isolating expanse of frozen moor... or across a vast ocean from one computer terminal to another.
That feeling of "belonging" to a family of like-minded bloggers such as our own whereby we can feel free to share our ideas and creations without fear of unjust criticism... or meddling. lol
Your "Frozen Moor" equals my "Winter Moon" in its ability to reshape the viewer's perception of cold... by imagining and laying layers of paint to add absent warmth to the landscape.
Good painting Keith! Stay warm... and remain healthy!
Warmest regards,
Bruce
Lovely painting that depicts the cold winter icy conditions in Sutherland. Reminds me of our holiday there.
ReplyDeleteHello Caroline,
ReplyDeleteThank you for the comment. I'm glad the painting holds some memories of Sutherland for you.
Happy Christmas.