Weekend Edition 34

Arthur Dove

Clouds and Water, 1930

Dreams they are like clouds. With a wind, they easily move in any direction and cover any distances. Some dreamy white-blue fulfills into down-to-earth brown. But most of blues don't survive the collision with rocks of reality. The dreams are turned into a rain of depression and desperation. The leaves of lost hope are sinking in the puddle.

Arthur Dove

Arthur Dove at Valerie Carberry Gallery (Art Basel Miami Beach)

Canandaigua Outlet, Oaks Corners

You are the woods. It's dark night. It's scary. The dark brown spots at the bottom could be bears or just bushes. But you got a flame, a small flame (a brown spot with white border in left bottom ). It leads you to the big warm fire. It is behind those oak trees. The tree tops are lightened up with blue hope.