Abstract Landscape Painter. Rural Dweller. Lover of Modernist Art and Design.
It is one of those winter days when it never seems to get fully light. A thick layer of cloud drapes itself over the whole landscape like a damp, grey blanket. There is no frost today, but it is bitterly cold and the concrete farm roads are slippery underfoot. All their potholes and crevices are packed with ice.
We walk briskly along, in order to keep warm. Two horses, wearing what look like oilskin coats, lean silently over the rails of their paddock and stare at us as we pass.
The poor light levels are not good for painting, even with the studio lights. It is very difficult to accurately assess colour in these conditions. Instead, I begin preparing panels with layers of gesso, so that I will have surfaces to work on later in the week.
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