The reflection of the neighbors house was very bright whilst looking up from the old bakery in the morning. The second piece I’ve been laboring on during my week en Languedoc. I only had two real sittings of this, where I would wake up to capture the 10am – 12pm window. In the afternoon I was perched just on that ledge above the blue door under the arches drawing down into were I’m looking here. This village has so much more to paint: I could have been there a month
Painting a much calmer scene than there actually was at the Pont du Diable in Languedoc, France. Whilst the family settled down to swim and sunbathe I used paper for this because I thought we could move at anytime and I knew it was going to be rushed. After all it turned out I was going to have more time but the sense of urgency really aided the process. I must try more rapid paintings.
I was blessed to have this view right outside the house I was staying in for a holiday en France in July this year. Whilst working on the en pleinair I wanted the viewer to observe some of the intensity of the sun behind me as it strikes the wall of the outside eating area. I laboured hard on that middle wall to get the subtle shadows and temperate change. I tackled a lot in this image throughout the week. Light, where nature meets human construct is a wonderful thing.
It was changeable weather at my favorite canal spot. I loved it more with the sun shining through. There were lots of pleasant passers by as well. I took this back to work on aswell and it was starting to look good. Unfortunately it was one of the paintings lost when I transferred my easel and other pieces over to Bulgaria. I’ll obviously start on this again but I can only hope that it turns up one day at Luton airport.
Picked a house in Walthamstow to paint. I saw this spot first and it was lit wonderfully BUT the weather had other plans for me. Rained on twice and the shadows I wanted which were present at 4, quickly ran away from me. At least I have the base light. Now I have the original moments captured and it’s time to work on it from the protection of the studio/kitchen. This was unfortunately one of the paintings lost in my luggage on the transfer over to Sofia I will start again though.
Tackling a childhood spot. The greens during this sitting were otherworldly.
Painting a distant horizon from St James Park, Walthamstow. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what that pointy building was. I settled on the Shard obviously BUT was still curious . Whilst taking the overground into Liverpool Street the next day it turns out it’s The Guerkin, The Walkie Talkie and The Shard blended together in silhouette. Will have to settle on finishing this. One day.