The ever shifting light and weather fronts on the West of Ireland coast is a rich source to tap into to start a painting.
The sheer energy and force of being on the coast, the weather in a constant state of flux, is the catalyst to try and replicate that might with paint and marks on the chosen support. That elemental force is at the same time filtered through a vivid memory and abiding love of the oil sketches and cloud studies of Constable I once was fortunate enough to see.
In this piece the eye is pulled through the swirling vortex of bruised heavy clouds and veils of rain through to the horizon where the light casts a golden hue upon the land. The painting is mainly arranged around cool colours but the warm cast of rose light on the distant billowing clouds is the main focus.
Have you experienced, like I have, these veils of rain falling across sea and land while through them you see a brighter day approaching?
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