There's definitely an autumn feel in the air and this little painting reflects this. I imagined a field covered in the first frosts, with a weak sunset.
Autumn is my favourite season and I love the evenings getting longer, so I was thinking of this as I painted, and of how quickly the seasons change. As I worked, BBC Radio4's Poetry Please came on the radio, and this week it was all about Autumn.
Where I live on the edge of the Lincolnshire Wolds it is possible to see for many miles over the flatter land south towards Boston and west towards Lincoln. In the autumn and winter the hawthorn hedges create a wonderful silhouette against the big skies. They, along with the dramatic clouds scudding along, never cease to delight me.
Painted in acrylic washes on natural canvas board, using Winsor & Newton Professional paints. I've deliberately kept a loose feel to the image and allowed for the unprimed canvas to show through the paint.
It is signed and dated on the reverse of the board (see photograph).
Framed in a simple pale wood frame, wrapped in acid-free tissue; sent by tracked delivery.
Inspired by the ever changing skies and the subtle layers visible in the landscape, as well as by a poem that I love called 'The Bright Field' by *R.S. Thomas. (see below)
Here is the poem:
I have seen the sun break through
to illuminate a small field for a while,
and gone my way and forgotten it.
But that was the pearl of great price,
the one field that had treasure in it.
I realise now that I must give all that I have
to possess it.
Life is not hurrying on to a receding future,
nor hankering after an imagined past.
It is the turning aside like Moses
to the miracle of the lit bush,
to a brightness that seemed as transitory as your youth
once, but is the eternity that awaits you."