Vibrant color is hibernating at this time of year.
As I’ve discussed before, there is much to see and appreciate in the subtle tones that surround us during the winter months, but stick with me for a slightly different story.
Andrew Wyeth, Frostbitten, 1962, Watercolor on paper
While driving south on Route 89 the other day, I was casually appreciating the muted beauty of the roadside fields and hills when a tiny rectangle of brilliant fluorescent orange caught my eye. It was nothing but a small and temporary construction sign on Rte. 2 that runs alongside the highway, not exactly an item of any particular interest or visual appeal. But the strength of that spot of color in the midst of a world of neutrals was startling.
Andrew Wyeth, Flood Plain, 1986, Tempera on panel, 24.5 x 48 in.
I have been trying to think of works of art that push the concept of presenting judicious limitation of color while containing such a spark, and it has been something of a challenge to find many examples.
Andrew Wyeth, The German, 1975, Watercolor, 21 x 29 in.
Andrew Wyeth is the one artist who kept coming to mind. He was a master of the concept, as the paintings above illustrate.
One of the artists I follow on Instagram, architect and urban sketcher Simone Ridyard, is the best contemporary example I can think of who uses this device very effectively. While the general neutrality of her drawings make her spots of color leap off the page, each element balances the other by providing the perfect foil for appreciating the black lines of her sketches.
What other artists am I forgetting who also push this idea?
©Simone Ridyard drawing with non waterproof ink 2, from urbansketchers.org
Color is so intoxicating that the desire to saturate and enrich a work with it can be overwhelming. (Matisse, you speak to our hearts!) But it’s also worth thinking of color along the the lines of this analogy: a full-throated chorus of many voices can make spirits soar, but the lone voice that breaks through silence has the power to lift us to equal heights.
Well done!! Just one more reason to love winter in Vermont, right?!
Yes indeed!
I have challenged myself to photograph the fields around my house most days throughout the fall and winter. Even when it seems that there is nothing but snow and dormant plants – if the light is just right – I find wonderful color. Intentional looking overcomes my minds voice telling me that there is nothing but brown and white. Thanks for you thoughts!
I would love to see your results sometime Michelle. Thanks for weighing in…
I love your words and descriptions. the last paragraph is stunning ” full throated chorus”. In art and writing you are a master. Dianne
Glad that line struck “a chord” with you – haha. Having a supportive audience has made this writing and sharing adventure beyond fruitful. Thank you.
The last line gave me goose bumps and an immediate flashback image of a cardinal sitting in the birch tree amidst the snow popped to mind. You have a way with storytelling and teaching that is as powerful as your art dear friend
Yes to the image of a cardinal (!), although they rarely make it up our hill. I wonder what their elevation limit is?
I very much appreciate your kind words.