I’ve been watching the trees for about a month. Since the leaves fell. They go black against the whitening winter sky.
Each growth spurt of a branch sets off in a slightly different direction. Stark against the watery sky.
This is about a pale tartan blanket, spread out over the ground in the woods, underneath the Greenwood tree.
I’m pleased with the red apple. It’s exactly as I wanted it. It’s a bit like jumping off a cliff: you start making marks and hope for the best, looking carefully, mastering the slight hint of fear rising…and then it’s amazing when your marks end up giving the exact impression of the red apple you’re looking at.
If I ruled the world, every bailed-out banker would cook Christmas Lunch for the homeless this year, and of course serve it and then wash up. I didn’t set out to paint a banker but that’s what it turned out to be.
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I like painting with digital tools much more than using paints. You can’t beat the translucence, the way the light shines through the colours on the screen.