Alex Colville: Horse and Train, 1954

by solaris2001

He stood cross-armed and stared longer than the others would have, transfixed by the cool tones of slate and fallow and asparagus and charcoal neatly ordered across the small rectangular canvas upon which a gravely calm oceanic semblance of a dark prairie rolled forth, slashed by two hypnotically static parallel bands of quicksilver creating the providential track above which the onyx equine behemoth hovered faceless as it both stood defiantly and galloped full-stride towards the serpentine iron Cyclops spawning from the dark horizon where its ferocious smoky billows blocked out the subtle complexity of the timeless clouds hanging infinitely above.