The manicured landscape of my local golf course was always going to have a limited appeal. I knew that I wanted to venture into the wild and blasted Northumberland landscape. A place where Turner would have strapped himself to a tree and painted through a snowstorm. I much prefer the centrally heated comfort of my home studio. Still, I want to paint the landscape that Turner would have sought out.
This brings me to this current new painting. It has been bashed about in a good way and has lost some of that manicured elegance that I don’t like so much. It is slowly emerging and I like the promise that it shows. Apologies for the unimaginative title, this may get changed.
Corner of the field, Day 1.