“The little wood had a kind of grandeur, like the approach to some marvellous great temple, and the trees themselves were very large, very architectural, very majestic,” he writes.
Having only managed to paint the beech trees in summer and winter he was deeply upset to find they’d been chopped down to sell the timber when he next returned. You have to admire the guy though… after initially mourning their disappearance when he visited the site, he noticed the patterns of the massive piles of lumber and decided to paint that instead.
“I think now this is my next painting of the wood. It will be very different – but the piles of wood are quite beautiful in their own right, simply because wood can’t help being beautiful,” he told The Guardian.
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Hockney's summer...
Hockney's winter...
Before...
...and after
and after
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'αυτό' ή το έχει κανείς, ή απλά, δεν το έχει.
on my desktop!
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