There is a technique in movie-making. Those scenes where the hero flies his craft into the sun, or where lovers embrace while the planet splits apart. Time seems to shift. Not exactly slow motion, but a hum. Music replaces deafening sounds of crashing explosions. Intense turbulence, but restful.
Philip Glass, or the late great Ennio Morricone, they know it. It's why I listen to these composers while I work. As if to summon this technique.
Yesterday I completed the third of three large commissions in watercolor. Three cityscapes of places that are dear to the client. They are divided in two because they will be framed as diptychs.