Times of The Day

These days I am going through older watercolour paintings b me (well, between 2 and 4 years old), a series of “simple” landscape paintings evoking the different times of the day: dawn, early morning, midday, early afternoon, late afternoon, nightfall, sunset… In fact they look simple, but well, when i look at some of them, i really haven’t got a clue how i reached some of the effects! I just know that they are painted very fast, from memory/fantasy, without thinking, and somehow they are meant to be just emotional impressions… with, like always, a big weight on the colours.

Here are some examples

Dawn 01

Early Morning 02

Early Morning 11

Midday 06

Early Afternoon 12

Late Afternoon 13

Sunset 05

Nightfall 07

You can see a big selection of them, and even buy prints online in different sizes in my RedBubble Gallery

Also they are available in my Fine Art America Gallery

Fantascape #12: The Beast

I have the feeling here that some danger is approaching… but not from the dark side!

Can somebody else feel it too?

And please: don’t forget to give me a title for my fantascape #8 ! The titles you already proposed are simply fantastic, i enjoy it so much! There is no limits in the quantity of titles you can give me…

Fantascapes #5 : Ghost town

I went for a walk this morning, with my sketching book under the arm. I was still half asleep, and when I look now at what I did, I am not sure anymore: what is real?

Important: have a look at Susan Cornelis´Fantascape #4

Fantascapes #4: Dead Leaves

This morning I got the following mail (in German):

“Everybody knows it:

The net is very chatty

and uncovers some hidden secrets

when you ask him the right question.

Now that you have a net existence

maybe I can add another little piece of the Puzzle

to your already so restless life…

Having saying that:

Keep moving, always!”

followed by a link to a web page, almost blank, with the following words in the middle:

Bule

bei Momo

and suddenly I remember: Bule!

Bule, the little boy born in a soap bubble in Japan and travelling through the sky in his bubble!

Bule, this (unpublished) story for children which I wrote and illustrated when I sometimes let myself be called “Momo”, in honour of this little orphan living in a ruin and chasing time thieves…

That book, which I thought was lost in my past… almost forgotten… banished from my memory…

like dead leaves at a certain point of the space time continuum…

 

Who sent them back to me?

 

Important: look at Susan Cornelis´Fantascape #3

Skyfall…

… and my words are gone…