Oil on canvas
31” x 31”
This viewpoint is a local one for me, at the top of the hill above the house where we live. I’ve always walked past this specific bench where the opening of trees is in exactly the right position to see the reservoir in the distance, thinking to myself - one day I will come and paint here. From this vantage point, the fields merge into one another and huge oak trees become scrubby blobs on the horizon…
I set off early in the defender and headed up the hill. Parking in the car park, it was a 15 minute walk to the spot. In order to shrink my journey, I managed to create a makeshift backpack for my easel using a piece of rope which left my hands free to carry my supplies. Once in position, I set to work in the company of wise trees, with the soft scuffling of animals in the scrub and chattering of birds above me as the soundtrack.
Oil on canvas
31” x 31”
This viewpoint is a local one for me, at the top of the hill above the house where we live. I’ve always walked past this specific bench where the opening of trees is in exactly the right position to see the reservoir in the distance, thinking to myself - one day I will come and paint here. From this vantage point, the fields merge into one another and huge oak trees become scrubby blobs on the horizon…
I set off early in the defender and headed up the hill. Parking in the car park, it was a 15 minute walk to the spot. In order to shrink my journey, I managed to create a makeshift backpack for my easel using a piece of rope which left my hands free to carry my supplies. Once in position, I set to work in the company of wise trees, with the soft scuffling of animals in the scrub and chattering of birds above me as the soundtrack.
