This painting began with a walk as most of them do. A late summer evening when the chill had pushed the heat aside . The only warmth that was left was in crimson shoulders and noses. The mist descended.
I began thinking about this painting with sketchbook notes and drawings..
The shapes of the plants, colours and the softness of light.
When I began painting I thought about how the path leads on to a thin track with a heart stopping drop. How I always chastise myself for walking that way when the light begins to fade. But then how I wouldn't have this new inspiration of the blues and coppers and no new painting...
