Cliffs Of Darkness by Eyvind Earle

Sheer rock faces plunge into shadow. Earle’s Cliffs Of Darkness redefines the edge of land and air. Ink-black strata slice diagonally across the sheet, their jagged contours softened by a veil of cobalt mist. Above, a sliver of pale sky holds a single, motionless cloud. Every plane is flattened, every ridge reduced to a razor-thin line that carries the eye downward into the abyss. Hang it where the morning light glances across the paper; the cliffs will seem to shift as the sun moves.