Smatterings of fairy dust start to rest on those dusky pinks and greys that were just thinking of declaring an end to this morning's sunrise. They bask for a moment, letting the soft touch of pearly glimmer make them feel glorious.
So that's the full thirty paintings completed for this September challenge. Phew! It was everything it should be - exhausting, stimulating, wonderful - and I know it made me explore artistic inspirations and techniques in new ways. That's the point of doing it. It encourages me to put extra pressure on myself (which I'm always good at but maybe not when I'm recovering from surgery...) both creatively and timewise, and perhaps everyone needs that to truly move forward sometimes.
The challenge itself applies no pressure at all, just a forum to be creative, all in the same time period which is a lovely thought: over a thousand artists worldwide all striving to create at the same time. Have a look at the results: http://www.saetastudio.com/30-in-30-blog
Thank you for reading and following my month of painting.
Soft earthy rays start to creep over the mountain tops as the day decides what mood it'll choose. The cold blue ceiling welcomes those first warm licks as a puppy welcomes those nurturing nuzzles from its' mother.
The mood is decided and set - it's a joyous start to a beautiful day! Hot pink flames leap up into the air. Candyfloss-like puffs fill the skies, stretching luxuriously in the vastness. It's a day where you remember your dreams and the impossible seems like there could be a possible.
Autumnal sunrise skies sweep over the loch after a night of rainy gales. The blue has been vigorously washed and sparkles in its clearest form, daring the clouds to blemish it's splendour. Sunrise pink bubbles dare to creep up over the splendour and are cheekily pink - like bubble-gum blushes in the playground when you know that you're not allowed to chew it during school time but it's so much fun to blow bubbles it's worth the risk of getting caught.
The air is peaceful as the wind drops and even the birds take a few moments to breathe and contemplate. Clouds have gathered but appear to be silently cascading like petals from cherry blossom trees at springtime. What seems to be a tree of one shade looks like a subtle streak from a rainbow when the petals have reconvened in their new arrangement.
Swirling hues of minor flurries permeate the sky at dusk. Seemingly weak fragments gain strength as they unite to create a beautiful marbled ceiling over the sea.
Clouds are streaming over the sea as wind races them through at full volley. They're low this time, weighty and surfing so they almost bob with the waves that reach up to meet them. Headland and mountains provide extra nooks and crannies in their routes and they concertedly skirt around these obstacles. Sometimes, they misjudge the rocks and the skirts are kicked up, creating huge froths of lacy layers - all colours and textures swept up in to the air in one fleecy bundle.
Delicate strands swirl up high as the wind racks across the sea. There's another level of reality above that tumultuous layer of angst where it looks peaceful and at ease - like a cat stretching luxuriously in its favourite sunspot.
Once upon a time there was a garden on a mountain-side with a washing line in it. The washing line was fully populated with lovely fresh clean laundry, billowing happily in the ever-present breeze. The clothes on the line all co-ordinated with each other - their owner liked all of her clothes to match at all times. Efficiency was the aim of all aspects of life - think of the extra time one could save on not putting outfits that clash together!
One day, a particularly brisk breeze swept through the garden. This wasn't unusual, but the pegs were not of the super-doper wind-resistant variety and several of the lighter, frillier items took their leave of that mountain-side. They swirled high into the air and over the sea. They danced and pranced through and high above the thick, grey clouds grumpily skirting the mountains.
These delicate clothes found themselves congregated up into a soft blue haze that they'd never seen before and were pleased they had each other's company to discover this new reality with. The lightness of fabric meant that the wind found them little trouble to keep them at their new height and was happy to house them in their new reality.
So, if you ever see a cluster of small, light and fluffy clouds of a co-ordinated nature nestling high up in the sky, spare a thought for the lady who had to purchase a whole new range of matching delicates!
Moral of the story: if living in a gusty zone, always peg one's most treasured frills out with the most secure pegs you can find...
Dense grey clouds cluster over mountains and seas as the day closes and they hunker down for the night. The suns rays have lowered their brilliance but the skies are stoically optimistic and retain a semblance of the bright blue hues that permeated the day. Fragments of cloud soar amongst the pale remains, like lacy hankies dropped by ladies in centuries past. Fragile at first glance, but actually determined to explore their new found freedom under the cover of dusk.