I find myself more drawn to March's harsh, ascetic beauty than to April's blooming and new leaves. There's an honesty in March - the landscape stripped of decoration - that allows for a more truthful approach to painting. Without the distraction of verdant foliage, I can investigate what truly interests me: the profound complexity of browns, the infinite subtle variations in earth tones. The tactile becomes paramount: rough, weathered bark, earth revealing its raw character. March demands closer looking, showing that truth lies not in decorative appeal but in honest investigation of what's actually there and ability find complexity in restraint.
Oil
£745.87
Loading
I find myself more drawn to March's harsh, ascetic beauty than to April's blooming and new leaves. There's an honesty in March - the landscape stripped of decoration - that allows for a more truthful approach to painting. Without the distraction of verdant foliage, I can investigate what truly interests me: the profound complexity of browns, the infinite subtle variations in earth tones. The tactile becomes paramount: rough, weathered bark, earth revealing its raw character. March demands closer looking, showing that truth lies not in decorative appeal but in honest investigation of what's actually there and ability find complexity in restraint.
Oil
14 day money back guaranteeLearn more