All the Little Things — heptonstall

My last blog post was about how I loved my studio at Burlees House in Hebden Bridge and well a lot has changed since then I guess! I am sitting writing in a new studio that still needs some creases ironing out but is working and pretty and I can paint here. Next month it will be half a year since not just my studio but some of my dear friend's spaces were lost in a fire. Only now am I tackling one of the two paintings I managed to save. This morning I have given this fresh paint layers...

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...