


The wall is black. And full of colour.
Made of sunlight, tree branches and holes.
Category Archives: oil
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View from the Chevin
Clock changing woods
Spring sun
blue sky woods
Winter afternoons


Poetry links:
The wistful whispering of winter woods, Jim Cunningham
There’s a certain slant of light, Emily Dickinson
Woods in Winter, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
And you can see some sketches here.
Like turpentine for water

Red Point, Wester Ross

River Wharfe, Otley
New year, new technique. This is oil paint and turpentine, using the turps like water. The result is not the same as a painting in watercolour, but the liquid nature of the medium makes the physical act of painting similar.










