Not For Sale
The raking light of the evening sun has sent a warm glow across the bog and illuminates the grasses with flecks of light. The wide sweep of the land is laid out before us, stretching far off into the distance.
The evening light dissolves form.
Beyond is what seems like infinity but shapes shift and change as our eyes fail to focus on a fixed line on the horizon. Cumulus clouds billow high into the sky and then diffuse and we can witness their forms and colour evolving under the rays of the setting sun.
The air is cool and smells damp and fresh. It sweeps across the wide open vista, moving and swaying the grasses back and forth in a murmuring sound.
I have experienced all of these feelings and emotions when standing in such an overwhelming landscape. Like many previous paintings of open vistas, it is about scale and space and our tiny place in this vast scheme of things but
at the same time, being sensitive and still so that we can become attuned to the minutiae of the subtle shifts in light, shape and sound as they act upon our senses.
Have you have experienced something similar?
I would love to hear what you think.