Sunrise, Moonset
Oil on gessoed panel
18" x 24"

I came back up the driveway one morning after getting the paper. Early December, full moon slowly setting, sun just peeking around the corner. The light was fragile, just glinting off the edges of some of the trees and the tips of the snow mounds. The colors were strange, subtle, frosty. The photograph haunted me, and I finally decided to do a painting from it. Wolfgang was quite dubious, but when I was about halfway through, he looked at the canvas and his eyes lit up. "It’s beautiful," he said. "I thought you were crazy. But now I see what you saw that cold morning." HAH! The eye of the artist, I guess.