Not everything was simply light and dark: It all started in the field behind her house. She had been sitting in the pale sunlight, idly weaving the long grass into a crown, when something high above caught her eye. Something so commonplace, yet impossible. A hawk circled, its feathers catching the sun in a way she had never seen before.
I don't really understand this piece. I thought the stingrays were swimming through water, but now it looks like they are flying through cloud. I think this piece needs to have more details. The colors in the background aren't blended together well. The highlights and shadows correspond to the light source, which is good.
I don’t know what’s the deal with these hyperrealist artists, once again, great work, but absolutely no information…so I’ll just tell you to look at Steve Smith’s pretty paintings, who apparently dreams of sunny days, holidays and sunglasses. Can’t say I blame him!