vendredi 29 juillet 2016


There is a hill that I can see, past the red ash in my garden. The colours can change dramatically during the days. Cool mornings, hot evenings.
Whilst I have been painting out of doors I decided to make the top one here by going and looking but coming inside to paint. It is an interesting and well established ( once upon a time) practice and is helping me pare the mass of  information to the point where I might just see the painting and not the hill.

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