The right depth of night
Friday evening fireworks by the river in New Hope facing Lambertville: waiting for the sky to get dark enough and watching the landmarks turn black against the water reflections and the evening blue sky. That magical band of land between water and land turned into a ribbon of green before my eyes. I couldn’t go to bed until this was painted, all in about 45 minutes back in the hotel room. It’s the first and only time I’ve ever broke out the tube of Windsor Newton lamp black—a velvety opaque color that added the right depth of night to this painting when loosely brushed on top of the underpainting.