Night’s darkness fades in one canvas, deepens in the other, and on both, it’s born out in a painstakingly fine gradation of cerulean, sapphire, and indigo. Sweeping strokes of dreamy lavender seep into ripe plum. Rich apricot blossoms into buttery marigold. Like a lover’s embrace, the edges glow with a delicate, whispering brush of palest pink, shades of soft skin and kitten noses and lush peonies. He painted them. Axel painted sunrise and sunset.
