Oil on canvas
Lone Pine is a painting of a Connecticut marsh at dusk, but it is not about trees or landscapes or setting suns. The finger of land that darts from the right side reaches for the pine, and the pine, the pieces of light, and the middle ground elude him. All movement is towards the left, extending just ahead of the reach of the finger; even the pine, massive and inflexible, cranks his head away. Because the longing of the little land mass has made too much of the pine, the tree is threateningly engorged and the landscape burdened.