To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice.

~ Andre Malraux ~

Frankfurt Station 

by

John Moore  

This is an oil on canvas, but to me it does not look like a painting; rather some sort of three dimensional art.  I am not entirely sure why I am attracted to this picture, but I am.  It feels rather stark, a bit like my world, at the moment.  But what I believe to be a mailbox, toward the center of painting, gives it hope.  I oddly even like the muted pallet and that I find the view slightly distorted, as I look through the artists’ window.

I saw this painting at the Portland Museum of Art, in Maine.  The artist happens to make Maine home.

Art can never exist without naked beauty displaced.

~ William Blake ~