Mist in the Dark Woods 1992

Eyvind Earle conjured this landscape called Mist in the Dark Woods with paint, but it feels like a dream unfolding, doesn’t it? The texture is smooth, almost like glass, and the colors...oh, the colors! They seem to glow from within, creating this otherworldly atmosphere. Look at the trees in the foreground, see how each one has been meticulously detailed, with this almost obsessive patterning. It’s like he's building the picture from the smallest possible mark, a bit like Agnes Martin. My eye keeps getting drawn back to the trees in the foreground. The light hits them just so, like a spotlight on a stage, but there’s something else going on, too. The artist is exploring a more formal interest in symmetry and geometric pattern play. It’s like he’s daring you to find a single point of focus, but there’s none. Maybe it's a bit like Rousseau, the way he builds up the layers and details, but with a dash of California cool thrown in. But hey, that’s just one way of seeing it. What do *you* see?