This has always been an essential element of my painting. Not being able to get it right first time has ruled out any chance of being a great fresco painter. A willingness to struggle and the return of some enthusiasm has come to the rescue. There is an odd quality to this Northumberland landscape, at least the kind that appeals to me. Its almost if the undulating hills and oddly placed clumps of trees are trying to communicate something. Maybe its me?
Evening, Northumberland. Day 6