| While on a trip to Venice, not so very long ago, James Coleman set off on an evening stroll. As he rounded a corner he stopped dead in his tracks. There before him was a winding canal bathed in a magical glow. Seeking the source of this luminous aura, he gazed upward to discover a silvery moon gliding through the night sky. Coleman's sparkling palette and lyrical technique are particularly well-suited for such a romantic scene, drawing us in with irresistable allure. |
