Fields Of Fog 1990

Eyvind Earle made *Fields of Fog* with paint, and I’m guessing, a teeny tiny brush! Look at that dark, moody sky pressing down on a band of bright greens, reds, and yellows. The greens and blues below feel deep like water, and all those little dots make me think of foliage and bubbles. I imagine Earle, with infinite patience, dabbing those marks, building up layers. I can feel him working line by line, thinking about illuminated manuscripts. Each stroke is deliberate but alive! He’s slowing things down, isn’t he? Making us see something magical in a landscape. And this wasn’t a one-off thing for Earle, he was always after this distilled essence of landscape, a kind of hyper-real fairytale. He would have been in great conversation with Agnes Pelton. They both really wanted something more from nature, something spiritual.