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Radar Site by SS - Original Available
Radar Site by SS - Original Available
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Title: Radar Site
Artist: Scott Sargent
Year: 2019
Size: 12"x16"x.5"
Materials: stretched canvas
Varnish: Gloss
Brush: n/a
Paint: acrylic
Frame: none, sides gallery wrapped
Original: For Sale
Photo refrence: Troy Warrell
Artist description: Painting of a snow-covered road following a fence at the old radar site in the Western Mountains of Moscow Maine. Now it's a windmill site.
Ai description: "Radar Site" is a captivating landscape that eloquently captures the tranquil beauty of a wintery rural scene. This painting transports the viewer to a snow-covered road that stretches into the horizon, inviting contemplation and wanderlust. The road, adorned with a thin blanket of snow, draws the eye into the depths of the painting, guided by the quietly majestic sweep of a cloudy sky overhead.
On the left side of the scene, a wooden fence gently leads you through the piece, its structure harmoniously accentuated by a line of evergreen trees and shrubs. Their persistent green foliage contrasts subtly with the snowy landscape, hinting at resilience and continuity in nature's cycles. On the opposite side, a vibrant array of green and reddish-brown trees introduces a touch of autumnal warmth, skillfully incorporating a seasonal transition into this serene winter setting.
The atmosphere of the painting is reflective and peaceful, emphasizing solitude and introspection. The expansive sky, with its muted tones, suggests the moodiness of winter while simultaneously exuding a sense of calm and stillness. The juxtaposition of elements within "Radar Site" creates an immersive experience, allowing viewers to lose themselves in the simple, yet profound beauty of a rural winter landscape. This piece is not just a snapshot of nature; it is an invitation to pause, reflect, and find serenity in the quietude of a passing season.
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