Dark Clouds

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

The gun was not a weapon but a prop, a way to pass time. Neither saw the dark clouds massing on the horizon. They found themselves alone in the expanses of time, unaware of the cala...

Exemplifying his signature "Western Nouveau" style—characterized by decorative flowing rhythms, elegant contours, and mythological grandeur—Blackshear contrasts the dark, swirling ch...

His expressive handling of light and movement contrasts dark, rain-laden clouds with a bright patch of illuminated field below, giving the vast landscape a sense of both drama and co...

This framed 33.75" x 20.5" oil and prismacolor on paper landscape painting by Oklahoma-based artist Mark Gilmore depicts a familiar stormy scene. "Indigo" is dark and brooding as sto...

The erupting volcano also sent up an enormous cloud of dark smoke and volcanic ash. In the moonlight it was reported that the giant cloud reflected the lava glowing beneath and appea...

This magnificent panoramic seascape portrays towering turquoise waves crashing against a rugged, dark coastline beneath a dramatic, cloud-filled sky.

"I Might Have Been Mistaken" is dark and brooding as storm clouds hover over an otherwise lush, green rural pasture.

Ovanes Berberian’s atmospheric oil-on-panel landscape, titled Full Moon, depicts a luminous full moon piercing through soft, heavy clouds over a dark landscape dotted with distant ho...

Dynamic abstract impressions of dark volumous storm cloud formations, dark water depths or dark night shadow.

The sky above is filled with thick, dark grey clouds which suggest the potential for rain, enhancing the overall moody and dynamic atmosphere of the scene.

Ovanes Berberian’s radiant oil-on-panel landscape study, titled Last Light, captures the blazing, intense colors of a sunset horizon fading into twilight above a dark landscape. Mast...

Above, energetic strokes of pale blue and white move across the darker atmosphere, suggesting fast-moving clouds and changing weather.

Grozdanovski’s expressive brushwork creates a strong sense of movement, drawing the viewer into a landscape that feels both expansive and emotionally charged. Dark storm clouds gath...

Artist CommentsA secluded marsh stretches under dark, stormy clouds. Shades of blue and green suggest the water and sky, while browns, reds, and ochres define the land and foliage.

The composition looks towards a cluster of Parisian buildings, their pale façades and rooftops emerging beneath a vast expanse of deep blue-grey and mauve cloud. The darker foregroun...

The final letter nearly disappears into a dense cloud of darkness, creating tension between the optimism of the title and the unsettling image surrounding it.

The whole picture is built on one collision — the cold silver of the moon against the earthy dark of the cloud — and it belongs to the group of nocturnal marines Stevens painted in t...

Closely packed parallel lines create the dark recesses of the clouds, while swelling contours describe their rounded surfaces.

The scene is vividly captured with attention to the dynamic interaction between the natural elements — specifically, the crashing waves against the shoreline under a sky that trans...