Field Mist

I had had this photo since February. Returning from Edinburgh, heading towards Glasgow, mist rolled over the far hills across the fields and heathlands. 'Wouldn't that be great to paint!', I told my son in the passenger seat. At the same time as thinking this, I also thought 'Yeah, right. That wouldn't be easy!'  He took a picture on his phone and shared it with me. Well, the day came...yesterday and it was a pleasure. I realised, possibly for the first time, that I was less concerned with painting a picture. That would look after itself. I simply wanted to enjoy the experience of spending time in a quiet space with fresh air with paints, tools and paper. And it was. Quick too! I was amazed to see I'd only been painting for less than an hour and a half. 

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Afterwards, I thought this is the first painting I've done, which I've enjoyed looking at close up. Less distinct shapes, more the forms adn textures. This started from my choice of colours for the grounding - bronze, copper and raw umber. I mentally divided the paper into thirds. For the sky, I had run out of bright acqua green, so turned to turquoise blue below, darker ceruleneum blue higher both mixed with mixing white. I painted the top two thirds with broad horizontal strokes, filling in the spots of paper showing with short vertical stripes, finishing with horizontal. At the bottom, I just used jabbing short vertical strokes. I wondered, if it would have any effet but the directions seem to follow the flow of the landscape.