It feels like I have spent a couple of hours pushing a heavy boulder up a mountain. Gradually this sky is beginning to form but I think it is giving itself up begrudgingly and I will have to patiently bring it into existence. I like how it is evolving and I think that it will gradually tell me how it wants to be painted rather than me imposing my will on it. Besides, I don’t really know what I am doing, I think even the great painters will admit to that at times.
Harbottle, Northumberland. Day 5