Is there such a thing as background? Or is everything really foreground?
Illustrator Robert Heindel once said about his hero Bernie Fuchs, "Look at the things he does. Who else would paint a tree with the sun behind it? I would never attempt it."
Winslow Homer understood this well: that the distinction between tree and sun, and between foreground and background, and between me and you, is obliterated in the fullness of time:
Illustrator Robert Heindel once said about his hero Bernie Fuchs, "Look at the things he does. Who else would paint a tree with the sun behind it? I would never attempt it."
But a painting of a tree with the sun behind it is also a painting of the sun with a tree in front of it. Your eye has no choice but to start with either tree or sun, but truth shimmers back and forth between them.
Winslow Homer understood this well: that the distinction between tree and sun, and between foreground and background, and between me and you, is obliterated in the fullness of time:
