Have you been on the road to the sea?
Turn off from the main road onto a narrow lane where the grass grows in the middle.
As you head down the road through the rain clouds, what strikes you is the light on the horizon pulling you, magnet-like, ever onward to the coast.
It has a lustrous silver quality.
In this painting, it was one of those days when the rain came and stayed.
The clouds were so low it felt like I might touch them but towards the end of the day a chink of blue and silver light appeared on the horizon.
Gradually, it spread across the sky filling the clouds with a luminous light.
The wooden electricity poles stood tall and thin, black and gaunt against the silver grey sky. Their solidity and stillness shifted the perspective in someway and heightened the clouds’ movement against the dark cables threading their way across the landscape.
The painting tries to capture that fleeting moment when dark moved into light and then back again in all its fugitive qualities. But it’s also about the built expectation the light at the end of the road conjures up.
What you think of my painting? And, have you experience such a moment?