




The wave against the coast and light on your face. Clouds at sea, words in your voice. You dreamed, and the ocean dreamed with me that it was only you.
William Theodore Van Doren. Smoked Duck on the Red Ball Express. 2000. Oil on wood panel, 11 x 14.
I just got this painting back from a long-term loan and was very happy to have a chance to photograph it. I’ve alternated between simply calling it “Untitled” and naming it as shown here, but the title phrase came to me as soon as I finished the painting and never seems to want to go away. Part of a series keyed to red, crimson, orange and pink that I suspect isn’t over yet.
It’s been raining, the skies a great basin, basically convex, a bowl of water overflowing or perhaps filled with holes. But the sky is lifting, if only for the moment, and in one corner, through trees, gray and bright, and here the bowl is turned the other way. I can look up into the bowl, and its breakfast of light.