A few weeks ago I was emailed by a lady from Catalan TV who wanted to interview and film me as part of a piece she was covering about artists on Skye (in English with Catalan subtitles) - and here it is! Click on the button below to watch :) ... and the picture below is the completed one that I was filmed creating on the day.
It was a day of classically thick Hebridean fog over the bay. Only the palest of hues had been visible and they felt weighty, as if the skies were mulling over important strategies - shut away in their murky boardroom of uninspiring suits.
The hours wore past and tidal necessities of the currently invisible sea rolled round. As with most tide changes, the atmosphere allows a brief interlude in proceedings. Meeting room doors start to open to release tentative curls of pink and grey unfurl, seeping out to impregnate the fog with downy textures.
And here's the February 2018 30 Paintings in 30 Days Collection!
I'm so delighted to have completed all 30 paintings (these are now drying all over my house). Loved the flow of the oils each day and it's inspired me to maybe try canvases of a larger size - watch this space :)
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Morning light floats upwards through the ceiling of low slung clouds - a delightful surprise that helps lighten their load.
Dimpled pinks soar over the northerly mountains to announce the day whilst heavier hues gather behind them. The old adage 'Red sky in the morning shepherds warning' rings true as bitter snow showers roll over those pinks in ever-increasing waves of simultaneous beauty and sweeping hail.
Momentum gathers. Silent rumbles are only evident through observation - feverish stealth shown in the texture and strain of the swirling wisps. Grey huddles of density curdle their passage behind prettier hues, ready to unleash their true ferocity on the land and sea below.
Evening pinks glow across the sky in a streak of optimism for future days. Their solidity provides an unusual backdrop for indigo puffs to chug across the foreground - ink stains leaving cool watermarks on the warm hues.
Huge petals open as the sudden light of sunrise breaks through the fog to take the closed buds by surprise. They unfurl delightedly to the warming rays and extend their lengths over the bay.
Softly batting wings advance ahead of their heavier counterparts. Seeming to lead the way at first but appearing frozen in their journeying as the breeze dips and they hang suspended between headland peaks - an angelic bird that never lands.
Bags are packed, scarves tied and coats fastened, all set for the off. The journey is a swift one as they pick up speed in the tail wind and great barrels of snow advance across the sea.