My aim to withstand the cold until it was winter has failed within 24 hours, a proper test of my character. More importantly though is my determination to paint through the winter, hardly a real test, I am always within touching distance of my electric heater. If I hadn’t done the insulating of the studio myself I would start to question whether there was any, money well spent? I don’t know if I have the mental strength to paint winter scenes in the winter, better to carry on with my deluded summer landscapes. I am liking how this is starting to appear. I don’t know if its the effect of the photography but it does throw up some odd shapes in the landscape.
Evening in the Coquetdale Valley. Day 2