'Why, what's the matter,
that you have such a February face,
so full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?'
-William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
In the first instance, my paintings reflect my love of light on form, and then, like a chameleon, they cloak themselves in the events of my everyday life and take on a new persona. This piece is no different and at the moment there are terrible dark clouds on the horizon this little red boat has to face and ultimately weather.
Oil on Linen