These are the trees I repeatedly paint when I am in Brittany on holiday. I see them from the small window in the attic that I paint from. Every time I go there, I paint the same group of trees. They are majestic and dominate the landscape below them. I paint them from observation, as capturing their shape and colour is an ever-changing challenge. The painting never truly does them justice, but becomes the essence of a moment in time and meditation. This is particularly true in this painting Winter Morning, where the mist and faded colours evoke contemplation and dream.
I terribly missed these trees during this last year. I often go to sleep thinking of them. I visualise looking and painting them again in the morning or evening light, the shadows and sunlight travelling from left to right throughout the day, highlighting changing details, their colours shimmering in the sea air. Having this oil painting with me in London during the various lockdowns has brought me hope and comfort, with the knowledge I will see these friends soon, once restrictions ease off and we can travel again.
Winter Morning oil on linen, framed
Size: 55cm h x 70cm w
Price: £1850 contact (please include the title of the work)