In the ‘Decay of Lying’ Oscar Wilde stated that “Life imitates Art far more than Art imitates Life”.
I hate to disagree with the great man but with this particular painting of the West of Ireland, the veil of tears I went through brought to mind the veils of rain that fall across the land from the Atlantic.
On these days, mist and cloud become one. The constant soft rain seeps into your skin.
And then, around 5 pm, a chink of light breaks through the cloud cover and, little by little, light and moisture mix and the landscape is transformed.
You can feel this quality in this painting.
As you have probably noticed, I often work on a square format.
The panoramic format of this piece brought its own set of troubles. I forget how many times I picked this piece up and put it down again.
Then, at some point a chink of light appeared in the shape of one of the clouds. Things took form and it all seemed to fit into place like a puzzle.
On evenings like these, the sea turns a glass-like silver blue. When I had painted this part, I was happy with the quality of reflective light and decided to name that painting ‘The Silver Sea’.
I’d love to hear what you think of this new landscape format and of course the painting.