The island Painting

Another of my secret spots by the river, where a sandy isthmus forms like an island. Work in oil but more on the juices than on the dough to make both the exuberance of the vegetation in summer, and that moment when the late afternoon sun turns the sky pink, where the light mist of heat rising from the water makes everything translucent. A suspended moment that we would like to make last. On the canvas, at least.