Part of the ‘Where the wind blows’ collection.
It’s amazing when you sit and absorb a landscape. We tend to think of winter being colourless and drab. As I sat and sketched in the foothills of the Cambrian Mountains, I realised that the forest-clad hillsides were an amazing array of colours. The subtle browns and ochres of the oak and ash trees were punctuated by splashes of silver birch- their white trunks contrasting so beautifully with their purple canopies. I was delighted to find myself reaching for my favourite magenta paint, despite the howling wind whistling down the valley.
I’ve used acrylic and oil pigments to create a heavily textured effect, evocative of the windy day I enjoyed that afternoon.