Solemn mornings
92w x 92h x 5d cm
Mixed media on Belgian linen
Stretched in a white L-slip frame
Ready to hang
Signed on back
I would get up at 5am, find my painting clothes, make a cup of tea, and stand in my studio leaning at my art table overlooking our bay, waiting for the first light to find its way along the shore.
Every morning.
Painting in this early new light, expressing through colour the feelings of each particular morning, being so wonderfully different to yesterdays, became a beloved ritual and much more.
I fell in love with where we live with renewed intensity.
92w x 92h x 5d cm
Mixed media on Belgian linen
Stretched in a white L-slip frame
Ready to hang
Signed on back
I would get up at 5am, find my painting clothes, make a cup of tea, and stand in my studio leaning at my art table overlooking our bay, waiting for the first light to find its way along the shore.
Every morning.
Painting in this early new light, expressing through colour the feelings of each particular morning, being so wonderfully different to yesterdays, became a beloved ritual and much more.
I fell in love with where we live with renewed intensity.
92w x 92h x 5d cm
Mixed media on Belgian linen
Stretched in a white L-slip frame
Ready to hang
Signed on back
I would get up at 5am, find my painting clothes, make a cup of tea, and stand in my studio leaning at my art table overlooking our bay, waiting for the first light to find its way along the shore.
Every morning.
Painting in this early new light, expressing through colour the feelings of each particular morning, being so wonderfully different to yesterdays, became a beloved ritual and much more.
I fell in love with where we live with renewed intensity.
