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Excerpt:"Here is a New England scene distilled to its poetical essence in color and light, a thawing muddy wood road, snow filled to the ruts, the bare maple trees each flaunting a scarlet sap bucket and yonder in the distance the plodding team and rough wagon with the comment I cannot forbear, the drawing of the trees is remarkable. With full light upon the bare trunks and leaden sky behind them they have been almost outlined in black and the further emphasis this gives the light upon them as well as the way it makes them live is surprising. Mr. Woodward seems to have identified himself in spirit with his trees.:" Artwork FeaturedRelated Links |
The announcement of Woodward's award and a glowing critique and review of his prize
winning oil landscape, When Drifts Melt Fast.