This was painted on a cool autumn afternoon as storm clouds threatened. The skies were growing darker in the West but the sunlight held on, popping out now and again from between the clouds and spraying dappled light on the woods floor below. I saw this quiet spot between the tree trunks and watched the silently stubborn sunlight refuse to yield to the brewing storm and caught it on my panel. I found that moment reassuring and find it that way again when I revisit this painting; no pretense, no great display of protest, only a resolute bit of illumination when the rest of the world was content to give way to shadow.
Oil on panel 8″ x 6″