Description
Part of the ‘Where the wind blows’ collection.
On a walk in the Cotswolds this winter, we’d been slipping all over the place in the mud, when the path took us through an old corn field. I was struck by the sound of the cut stems crunching underfoot, and was extremely grateful I wasn’t barefoot. The whole landscape took on a spiky feel: the wind tore at our hair and the vegetation caught at our legs. It’s amazing how your senses are assailed by different landscapes. It was a wonderful walk.
I’ve used acrylic and oil paints and made lots of textured marks to create the spiky feel of that lovely day.
