3) The painting sold before the exhibition opens! Well I never! That's a total first and completely amazing to experience. It's lovely to know that someone really likes my work and supports it - as well as contributing to the Scottish Autism Charity too.
The exhibition previews today and then opens officially on Monday - pop over to the Skyeworks website for more images and details from then onwards.
Keep your eyes peeled for a few more oil paintings from me over the summer...
The day is closing in a grumpily restless manner. Brooding clouds territorially huddle over the mountains in bruising purples and greys, vying for a place at the tip so they can hold the honour of holding them for the night.
Some hours before, just across the sea in a whole other huddle of clouds, a flame is lit and warmth starts to emanate. Grey turns to brown murk, then to a dusky salmon glow as a light breeze helps to oxygenise and spread the colours across the skies above the headland. They reach that dark huddle who tightly resist, clinging to their hard won tips - and then realise that a genuine offer of neighbourly warmth is attractively inviting and begin to gently merge their hues across the horizon.
All of the morning chores were done and errands run, hung in deep grey hues of a rain-spewing mist. The blowy precipitation's purpose (although misunderstood at the time) was to wash, polish and buff all that it encountered in preparation for the higher pressure seeping in from the east. Tenacious laundering cleansed minds, physicalities and spirits to allow true free-flowing energy to really release into the afternoon, unyielding in their purity.
No unwanted anchors remained as the cobalts glow brightly, all clouds fluffy in their freedom to stretch and linger awhile. Some loiter, some fly freely but it's a time to devote to liberation and listen to inspiration.
Petticoats waft gently in the breeze as they sit in layers, waiting their turn to show their textures and colours. Will they waltz or foxtrot, tango or rumba? Which hues will be able to show off their full mesmerising beauty? The rhythms start up, it's the Viennese waltz! Starting poised and demure, then swaying slowly as they're whisked around the pale blue floor. Eventually swirling and turning this way and that as the beats dictate the changes in ever-twirling circles, mapping out paths for delicate heels around the dancefloor in the sky.
There's a lull as the tide changes and the lacy edges are all that can be seen, beautiful in their renewed airiness as they gather their breath ready for the next dance.