At the End of the Day II, ©John O’Grady
12″ x 12″ x 1.75″, oil on deep edged canvas, ready to hang.
One of my favourite things about this time of year as we move through autumn, is the change in the sky, particularly in the evening.
I mentioned before that my studio is at the top of an old 18th century house with 74 steps to climb. Phew!
It’s a real artist’s garret with a bonus: a clear view of the sky across roman, terracotta tiled rooftops and glorious sunsets.
I don’t sit down and paint them and rarely take photos but I come away and let their memory percolate, trusting they will emerge at some stage.
What surfaced today was fully formed.
It’s a view looking across the blanket bog of the Wicklow mountains when blue hour starts.
Isn’t it fascinating that recalling emotions felt when looking at clouds is not always a linear process. It tends to include different imagery.
I’d love to hear what you think.