Paige Wills

Artist Statement

Rise of the Moonlight

Donald Arthur McClain's paintings are about the seasonal changes, and this one focuses on Winter, which is what I am reminded of when I look at this painting. The color of the sky is deep blue, and the moon stands out with its white glow. The trees are completely barren with not a single leaf to be found. All of these are elements that can be found with winter, giving a chilling effect because of the cold colors used. It reminds me of how Winter is always so cold, we would want to bundle ourselves up to fight against the freezing season. But when you look up and closer to the scene, you will notice certain details that add more beauty to Winter. The endless blue high above that reminds you of a frozen ocean, and down below is the moon rising into the sky that shifts the blue into a softer color. Up closer when you notice the branch, there are outlines of white most likely coming from the moonlight. Perhaps maybe ice since it is the Winter where this painting takes place.

That is what I put focus on when writing my poem. To bring attention to the moonlight, to the hidden beauty of nature that can still be found in Winter, when it feels like there is nothing of worth being out in the cold, when in reality there are still traces of beauty to be found.

Coat of Colors

There are a multitude of colors that can be found on the painting. Mainly consisting of those you can find the Fall: orange, yellow, and red. There are numerous little splashes of colors that can be found throughout the entire painting, from the bold clutters of leaves on the tree to the softened sky in the background. All of these colors create patterns that contrast yet complements each other in one painting.

Which is what I hoped to have succeeded in my poem, to bring the connection to focus. When I first looked at the painting, I focused more on the brighter, bolder colors of the leaves all in the center. It reminded me of a coat, one that is so pretty in comparison to the greenery the trees had for Spring and Summer. And the colors feel connected with the sky, almost becoming a match. In the Fall, the sky would start turning more orange due to the sun going up later and then go down earlier than before. This creates a story where the Tree ends up matching the sky and even revels in it, because the colors make it more beautiful, more attentive because people like myself do love it when the trees' leaves turn colorful.

But looking closer, there is also the blend between the red and the orange, practically blending together like a match. Especially when the red-orange colors are rising to the top like flames in the sky. At a glance, when I also noticed the rhythmic dot patterns meshed together in the background, it reminded me of the leaves themselves, like maybe the sun setting is not just what is making the sky so colorful, but also other colorful leaves that have flew from their own trees, since Fall is also when the leaves fall off. It ends up giving a more emotional tone in the end that rounds up the poem's narrative.

Soft Hues Behind the Web

In the painting is a tree completely colored like it is shadowed. It completely contrasts the background of pale pink and yellow, like a pastel sky. It honestly reminds me like it is a web of cracks spreading across the pastel background, trying to cut through the softness and cover it away. Yet the soft colors can still be seen between the holes and cracks, still standing out despite the shadows.

I like to imagine in the theme, the pastel sky of pink and yellow can reflect innocence since the colors are so soft. But then there is the mass of shadow down at the bottom, and we get the tree towering in the center and spreading its branches all across the painting, covering up the pastel sky. Which I feel can reflect on how as we grow older, our rose-tinted glasses shatter over time and we start to see the more ugly side of the world and have to grow up. Yet despite how much cover up is shown, we can still see the pastel, the softness and goodness that still remains. There is still some gentle colors that can be found in contrast with the darkness that basically takes over the painting.

Standing Tall

In the painting, there is a wind storm going on, with the plants shown all being affected and being blown around. The sunflowers stand out the most due to being the brightest color out of the entire painting, so that is where our eyes are drawn the most towards. We see the way their petals all move in different directions because of the wind. Upon closer inspection, the sunflowers even look like they are bending to the wind, surrendering to the weight of the storm. But when you look even closer, and even look towards the surroundings, you would notice a non-bloomed sunflower that is standing taller than the rest of the sunflowers, that is facing against the wind yet it is not bending down like the rest of the sunflowers. It is still standing tall, head high against the storm.

Because the painting takes place most likely in the summer, with its warm and sunny colors and the sunflowers being the main focus of the painting, it can translate to how finding and feeling joy can be challenged when facing disruptions to your life. Especially when fully bloomed flowers could be used as metaphors to adults trying to hold onto their youthfulness and joy in life, but can't hold on. But despite the disruptions, there are those like the non-bloomed sunflower that is still standing strong against the storm blowing through.

Is it a simple analogy we see all the time in other forms of arts? Yeah, but it doesn't make it any less meaningful.

Rise Of the Moonlight

On an empty night of pure darkness
where little of worth is out there,
this is only the beginning.

The cold paints the sky in midnight,
bare and deep like frozen black ice.
until the orb rises with moonlight,
leaving in her trail with painted frost
and light the world into a deep ocean.
softening the cobalt into lightening sapphire,
extending further as the snowy orb ascends.

Under the spreading luminescence,
the trees are laid bare once more.
thick and thin, completely naked,
they have nothing to show for the world,
except for the glittering diamond in their fingers,
carried up further into the heavens high above.

© 2026 Paige Wills

Rise Of the Moonlight

Donald Arthur McClain, Untitled, 2012, All Rights Reserved

Coat of Colors

Under the rising nightfall,
rising earlier and sooner,
the sky turns flaming with
burst of peony and vermillion.

Touched by a wish growing like the sky,
I am soon coated from verdant fading to
burgundy, tangerine, and gold
with only touches of moss remaining.

As my fingers reach up above,
the same burgundy I wear fly by,
brushing against my fingers
ascending into the shifting sky.

One day, the same coat will break
and fly to mingle with the others,
so until then, it clings onto me tightly,
and I hold on as long as I can.

© 2026 Paige Wills

Coat of Colors

Donald Arthur McClain, Untitled, October 1983, All Rights Reserved

Soft Hues Behind the Web

So soft when I look up to the heavens,
greeted by peaches and cream is all I ever knew.
So easy on the eyes, that can lull me like a blanket,
embraced by the glow that surrounds me.

But below where I am blinded by the light,
lies a mass of pitch darkness beneath my feet.
Comes a tower so thick yet narrows as it rises,
then sprouts limbs to spread as it can reach.
Like cracks cutting through delicate glass,
it breaks through the creamy sphere above,
until all that remains is the splintering web.

My eyes try to find what remains what I knew,
only to be covered by another fracture.
Even push through the limbs to get through,
only to be entangled and held in place,
threatening to drop me to the void below.

Through the fissure in between though,
there is still the familiar softness that can be found.
Still in the soft hues of peaches and cream,
it shines through the gaps brighter than ever,
warming me through all the darkness.

© 2026 Paige Wills

Soft Hues Behind the Web

Donald Arthur McClain, Untitled, November 1985, All Rights Reserved

Stand Tall

We try to hold on as the wind push against us,
even as we shiver against the strong force.
One by one, we bend over to the storm,
until we are all bowing, ready to break.
If only we can dance like the old days,
waving our leaves and our heads held high
to the vibrant sky and the showering sunbeams.
However, one continues to hold on, head high.
They have yet to bloom, still wrapped away,
but still they stand taller over the rest of us.

© 2026 Paige Wills

Stand Tall

Donald Arthur McClain, Untitled, 1963, All Rights Reserved