J.M.W. Turner, well-known to all his contemporaries, the ring master of magic, sensual, grumpy and human, who rode his imagination through the deserts and forests of early nineteenth-century understanding, and left it drenched in color, sparkling with unexplained consequences.
I never think of him as drenched in color, but this is a vibrant piece in comparison to his foggy, misty, smokey images.This is so gorgeous, burnt tones with the dappled clouds balancibg it, reflective and rich.
That's some rather purple prose to describe the artist of a painting that is somewhat difficult to distinguish from an unevenly rusted sheet of metal.
ReplyDeleteI never think of him as drenched in color, but this is a vibrant piece in comparison to his foggy, misty, smokey images.This is so gorgeous, burnt tones with the dappled clouds balancibg it, reflective and rich.
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