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.
You’ll have to take my word for it but blimey it was bright. Dazzled by the brightness of the light and the almost complete removal of colour here I sat to tackle it in oil pastel. I have a problem I wish to address when it comes to bright light and colour. Although the bushes here are clearly green too often, I find myself over using colour. In this sketch I battled through the heat and light to represent what I saw I probably went too far the other way. It’s a useful study, despite the final piece being somewhat uninteresting in composition.
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.