poetry in paint ~
Brian Mahieu has a strong emotional attachment to winter. He visits his favorite grove of cottonwood trees again and again, extracting something different from it every time. It's a very private experience for him. Of - Snowy Sunset, Cottonwoods - he said,
If you want to know me, this painting is me. It comes
from such a deep place in my heart—the craggy, broken foreground, the warmth and softness of the, nearly inaccessible, trees on the horizon, lapis hills gleaming in the far distance and a hint of color at the horizon's eaves as light and warmth drain away. Emptiness and hope.