Carmel Georgescu
Untitled
circa 2010 (?)
There is an articulate attention to depth in this scene, with the play of light and shadow tip-toeing from our fingertips in the foreground to the far, far expansive background. The heavily-laden branches of the trees almost sag to the ground, but whether they are young and sprightly or of sagely age, the intense colours of the day tile their forms in an incomparable energy that only leaves can naturally translate to the eye. Through the air moist drafts pace, lifting the skirts of the trees and tickling the dewy clumps of grass clinging to the bases of their cool trunks. Here, life in its many shapes is at a standstill; the occasional gulp of water or rustle of wings soothingly pierces the silence, and altogether there breathes in unison the beautifully imperfect indifference of nature to the bigger, or indeed lesser, things in life.
