Teresa Smith

Studio #5

Oil on Canvas

171 Rosler Rd

(303) 246-3208
teresasmith.com

I am in the woods. Lagoon to my left, giant cedars on the right. Mist rises in a thin
veil as if illuminating an alternate world. There is a sense of mystery and a feeling of
comfort and peace; a magical embrace in a cathedral forest provides sanctuary.
A moldery scent of greenery gone by and brilliant red leaves, form patterns on the
trail. Colors are intense after a rain. Damp brings out the richest color, like stones,
luminous under water. Cedar tree appears green and I see alizarin, gold and blue.
There are a thousand shades of green. Sun strikes foliage and light glistens white.
Deepest shadows are as dark as raven.

In my studio I recall shapes, colors, lines and form. I remember smells and sounds,
memorialize the place with paint. I begin with thin layers of oily warm transparent
hues, mutating into thick painterly brush marks. Each layer stamps the recollection
of that day’s hike or ride, the pieces unfold in a contemplative manner, with one
mark informing the next.

I am especially fond of the spaces between the branches. The shapes that twist and
flow behind the scenes. Ambient light brings significance to the rich dark foliage.
The finished piece is a mosaic of light, weaving and interlacing patterns and color.
Like stained glass, they represent the mystery beneath the surface, the layer woven
between worlds. I paint this island as sanctuary. A woodland temple and shelter
from the storm.

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