Matter and Landscape collection
Plain at Sunset
Pianura al tramonto (original Italian title)
A green-blue sky streaked by the wind, and below it a plain lighting up in red, yellow and green: the last light of day on the fields.
- Artist
- Antonio Di Cristofaro
- Collection
- Matter and Landscape
- Medium
- Acrylic on canvas
- Availability
- Available for purchase
Limited edition
Canvas prints
Faithful reproductions of the work on canvas, numbered and hand-signed by the artist, with certificate. The edition is closed: once sold out, it will never be reprinted.
The format follows the proportions of the original. Price and delivery times on request; worldwide shipping.
A horizon line divides the canvas. Above, an unusual sky, green and blue, crossed by horizontal streaks like clouds stretched by the wind. Below, the plain: bands of red, yellow, green and ochre alternate and merge, with small glints and bubbles of colour, down to a dark, night-green foreground.
An emotional landscape
It does not describe a precise place, but a feeling: that of the fields at the hour when the sun is low and everything turns orange and red. The green sky is that of the clearest twilights, when the light changes quickly and the colour of the sky becomes unreal.
The technique
The acrylic was poured fluid, allowed to run horizontally and mix directly on the canvas. Where the colours meet, small cells, bubbles and veins form: effects typical of poured acrylic painting, giving the surface an almost photographic depth, like a landscape seen through wet glass.
Who it is for
The most “classical” of the abstract works in the catalogue: a landscape everyone can read, bringing the calm of the countryside at sunset into the home. Perfect for a living room or bedroom.
The poem · original Italian
Pianura al tramonto
Il cielo si è fatto verde, come succede solo d’estate, pochi minuti prima del buio.
Sotto, la pianura brucia in fasce di rosso e di giallo: non è fuoco, è il giorno che se ne va lasciando tutto acceso.
Domani tornerà il grano, il trattore, la strada. Ma adesso, per un momento, la terra è un quadro e nessuno lo sta guardando tranne me.
