Susan J White

Approaching storm

acrylic wash, wax and watercolour on paper
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Sometimes the landscape teases our brain. When visual cues are disrupted by shifts in light and scale, it’s difficult to judge distance, and our perceptions are challenged. There is a strange unsettling feeling before a storm, the wind picks up and agitates the leaves, the grasses tremble. An unnerving electrical charge pervades the air. My father would tell us tales about how the water in the lake would disappear almost overnight. We did not believe him. And then one year it was gone. The water, now a sea of golden grass, rippled and swirled in the wind.

This is my memory of Lake George.

- Susan J White, 2015