Ahhh, this piece was inspired by my love for brisk, energising walks in the country. It is an amalgamation of many a hilltop I have visited, either at the end of a summer's night, at home or when visiting the south coast of England. As a child, I always felt protected and held by nature, despite the sometimes testing and powerful forces of the elements; the ever-cooling evening air, the cycles in the changes of light, the unpredictable weather. I have always had, much like the child-me, an innate trust. A love of sorts...
This piece came into existence as a result of that inspiration. An inspiration that has built over many a year. I have attempted to capture the power of the hill - the height, the ascending curves of the land, backdropped by the far reaching sky - lifting up and beyond. The trees stand at their peak - looking for the sun, roots digging deep into the earth. The light - the light is falling. It is evening and twilight lays just over the horizon.
You are 'Walking Home', protected in the valley, awestruck by the colours, the changing shadows over the ever-cooling grass, the summers warmth, the pinks and peaches that strive to glow through the indigo night, teetering on the edge of night time. You are walking home, to a fire, to a cup of tea perhaps, or to wherever your imagination likes to take you to rest, after a long and invigorating day in the elements.
Oil Paint on Stretched Canvas