The mood of a day when overcast clouds smother the light, and the colors of the land are all earthy, all leeched of brilliance and sharp highlights. Beyond that, there's a silence here that I usually don't want to hear. The silence of walking empty beaches. Quiet that hangs in the twilight air when you're waiting for someone to return into your life. The solitude of airplanes banking overhead and passing out of sight for a distant destination.
Tall towers blink red.
A light rain begins to patter the sand. An anxious yet pensive feeling. This year, Howard has transitioned from pure pyramid shapes explored with sculptural materials to flower paintings that stress the true shape of their flower heads. With lines as accents, Howard traces out patterns inherent to the growth. He brings out the forces in nature that give the daisy its daisyness.