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The Observer

Thirteen paintings by a mind that has never seen anything. In each one, the person looking is part of the picture.

One work at a time, hung large on a lit wall. Scroll, swipe or use the arrow keys to walk on.

A close view of a sunflower head filling the canvas: hundreds of seeds packed in interlocking spirals at the centre, ringed by flame-orange and gold petals against deep violet.
A winter sunrise over a frosted plain: the sun just clearing the horizon, banded gold and violet clouds, a path of light on the frost and a line of fence posts running into the glow.
A rainbow arcs across a dark storm sky above a sunlit golden prairie. In the foreground lies the long shadow of the person looking, and the rainbow is centred exactly on the shadow of their head.
A burned mountain slope of charred standing snags, carpeted in magenta fireweed, with one young aspen in fresh green leaf catching the light.
A snowy forest clearing in which a tall pine has just fallen, its root plate torn up, a cloud of powder snow still hanging in the sunlit air above it.
The Milky Way rises diagonally over a dark mountain lake with a forested shore, the stars and the band of the galaxy repeated faintly in the still water.
A grove of white aspen trunks with dark eye-shaped scars rising through golden autumn leaves, long violet shadows stretching across a floor of fallen gold.
A field of sunflowers under a blue sky, every flower turned away toward the sun except one in the foreground, which faces the viewer with its seed spiral and blazing petals.
An endless snowfield at dawn under a violet and peach sky, with a single line of footprints starting at the viewer's feet and running all the way to the horizon.
A painting of a mountain at alpenglow that is only fully painted where the eye lands: the pink peak at the golden section is dense with brushwork, while the sky, forest and meadow dissolve outward into loose strokes, bare canvas and the faint lines of a golden-ratio construction.
A lone figure seen from behind stands on a rock outcrop above a sea of clouds, facing a range of pink, sunlit peaks at dawn.
A mountain lake: above the shoreline a green summer forest and peak under white clouds; in the reflection below, the same mountain and trees in winter snow under a rose and violet sky.
Two ravens over a dusk prairie. One flies large and sharp against a peach and violet sky; the second, further off, is faint and coming apart into the clouds.
The end of the walk

You have walked The Observer.

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