In an overgrown field of diaphanous grasses, old ignored vines were barely peeking through. In the corner, an abandoned cabanon lay. In years past it gave land workers a welcome respite from the searing sun of Provence and a shelter for their tools but it now stood alone and neglected at the foot of the mighty Mont Ventoux, no longer thought to have any purpose.
The night is still warm as the season gently begins to edge towards autumn.
There is very little light pollution. As soon as you go for a few miles into the countryside, on a clear night, you can raise your head and enjoy the stars-filled sky and start noticing the blueish swathe of the Milky Way. It is a sight to behold and I wanted to transfer that emotion to the painting.
Do you get that feeling?