oil on board/panel,
National Gallery of Canada.
I don't post pictures and paintings on this blog just because they are pretty.
For eye candy.
But because, for me, there's a strong relationship between the two mediums of expression.
I intended to post a snip 'n snail this morning from A Final Exorcism -- from a short story/chapter of the St. Clair Chronicles -- a continuation of the beginning I posted back on September 14.
While flipping through my collection to find a painting to complement and expand the mood of the piece, I found the one above.
And immediately made an addition further down the text.
The original went like this:
"Lillie," he repeated, more softly, "what are you doing out here alone at the dead of the year? There's a storm coming too."
Indeed there was. The wind was stronger now, whipping at my coat, tugging at my hair, blurring my eyes. I could smell bleak snow in it.
Past him, up the gorge, pine trees bent at the crown and bare oak branches writhed and groaned. The distant sun dimmed, pale yellow and pallid, behind the encroaching storm front.
There had been a storm in the offing that time on the mountain too.
Then I saw this painting and made a tentative revision.
Scarlet streaks smeared out from the setting sun, spreading and pooling on the belly of the advancing storm front.
Bright and viscous as blood.
Blood made me uneasy these days.
Maybe I'll keep it. Maybe I won't. It would involve changing the scene's palette from yellow/charcoal to red/black. Maybe I'll use the image somewhere else.
But you get the idea.
Pictures are useful for more than just prompts, or for breaking up writer's block.
The consumption of alcohol may lead you to think people are laughing WITH you.