On my second trip over the dangerously troubled route from Ayacucho to Cuzco, I captured this moment, from the bus window, when the rolling mist opened momentarily to reveal some of the peaks in our vicinity.
Painting the mist, by leaving the paper blank, is an exercise in visualization, and restraint.
This painting is really not about the blue peaks or the grassy bank in the painting's foreground, it is about the gulf of space reaching down beyond sight and the vapor filling it, a sight familiar to travelers on the switch-back roads that zig-zag over, and snake through many ranges of mountains.
ARTIST'S COMMENTARY (continued)
"Abancay to Cuzco (Misty Mountains")
Sept., 1988
egg tempera on watercolor block paper
7 x 10 inches